don't know ... don't care

Well, it appears I missed the ultimate in bus riding experiences on Friday. I'll do my best to relate events accurately, but this is a second-hand re-telling, so accuracy is not guaranteed.

Friday morning, as the bus traveled north on Rural, the driver spotted a gun on the sidewalk. He stopped the bus and Dave, having also seen the gun, offered to go investigate. Dave got off the bus, went back to the gun and thought it was a toy. He said it was beat up, the stock was broken, springs were hanging out - it looked like a well battered toy gun. He picked it up, saw there was no clip and looked in the barrel. He said he isn't a gun lover and not overly knowledgable about firearms. As he brought the gun down toward his side after looking at it, the gun went off - fortunatelyy firing the round into the ground. He said the noise was tremendous and the kick staggered him - especially since he wasn't expecting it. I guess he then determined there weren't any more live rounds in the chamber and took the gun onto the bus so the driver could give it to the police. Dave said he was quite shaken up by the incident, especially realizing he had looked into the barrel and an ill-timed squeeze on the weapon would have killed him. He gave his name and phone number to the driver, but as of this morning had not heard from anyone about the incident. It made such a noise, Mark (AKA bicycle guy) heard it from his stop and wanted to know what happened when he got on the bus.

Dave said he couldn't stop thinking about it all day Friday and actually most of the weekend. I can imagine since he so easily could have come to harm from the incident. He was so fortunate that things happened like they did for him and it's scary to think about some school kid coming along and finding the gun on the sidewalk - might not have been as lucky as Dave. Sure never thought I'd be blogging about something like this.