Arrested ... for knife
I was arrested tonight. I had gotten back from camping last weekend and hadn't taken my hunting knife off my belt, so it was still there when we went into Target. Apparently, the city of Atlanta doesn't allow fixed knives with a blade length greater than 3". The first I heard of this was when there was a cuff on one wrist.

The cop took me to the store office, and when it was apparent that he was going to search me, I told him that I had a firearms license and a firearm. The gun was no problem. He took it out of the holster and unloaded it. The manager is like, "Oh. Px4. Doesn't the Cx4 take the same magazine?" Nice. Make small-talk with the guy in handcuffs. That's only fun if you're going to let me go.

The cop and the store manager go into the back-back office and the cop still has my gun, and, no shit, I hear my gun being dry-fired a couple times. No shit. WHAT WAS YOUR BACKSTOP? The manager comes out and is like, "You like that gun?" I'm like, "Yeah, it's okay." (Why don't you just give it a try while you've got it?)

Meanwhile, the cop is calling for the wagon to take me downtown. He gives my stuff to my girlfriend and I ask him if he can drop off my gun at her house, instead of checking it in as evidence or whatever. I've heard lots of stories about folks never seeing their gun again once it's in the hands of the police. She lives literally one minute from the store, so the cop goes over and drops it off.

Five or six hours in a room full of other arrestees, and my girlfriend eventually bails me out.