You work in a big city gas station. It’s 3:30 a.m. Three guys try to get into your now-closed store. An argument ensues. You get into it with them through the locked door. Your options are to 1) firmly tell the would-be customer the store is closed and walk away, 2) call the police if they persist and refuse to leave or 3) open the door and continue the shouting match face-to-face. No, this isn’t an IQ test. But it might as well be . . .
As you can see from the news report (above), the clerk in question asked Monte for what’s behind door number three. When the agitated dood in the red hat cold-cocked him, the clerk drew a gun and plugged Mr. Red Hat in the gut.
“I’m just hurt,” said Allexander Calloway. “He didn’t have to shoot my son. He didn’t have to shoot my son.”
The store owner, who has stood by his employee’s right to defend himself, said the clerk no longer has a job.
“For the sake of the community, we feel very strongly that he won’t be coming back to work,” said George Hlaiheo.
Now we have the requisite “community activist” in the $75 suit marching for the cameras with ten or twelve other locals doing everything they can to whip the situation up into the next Trayvon circus. And all the clerk (who’d been shot in a previous robbery attempt) had to do was keep the damned door closed.
So we’ll be sending him a memento of the evening to keep in a cherished spot. We’re guessing he won’t want to list the honor on his resume, but we’ll be happy to give him a reference if he needs one.