As anyone who's ever registered a firearm on Oahu has seen first hand, a lot of interesting things happen in the main police station. The small room to register firearms at HPD is right next to the clerk windows, where random people come in to file reports with the police, check up on existing reports and more often than not, scream at the people on the other side of the window when they don't get their way. What ensues is a mix of water and oil: with the line of firearms owners, stoic, calm and collected, and random deranged people coming in to yell about their legal problems at the windows.
So what weird, interesting or funny things have you seen while registering a firearm?
About a year ago there was a large local woman at the report window complaining about how bail was set too high for either herself or somebody she bailed out. In order to make her case, she was dropping as much legal and police jargon as she could, basically based on any cop drama or law sitcom she'd seen in the course of her lifetime. The problem was, the legal jargon she was using made absolutely no sense. She was just putting together strings of phrases in a way that sounded "smart" but didn't actually mean anyting. I wish I could remember some of the things she said, because it was hillarious. The woman at the counter had no idea what the large local woman was trying to say, which just made the local woman angrier and angrier. She started getting outright hostile to the poor clerk.
A bunch of the gun guys in line (myself included) had begun listening to intently to the conversation. After she said something particularly stupid, one of the guys in line burst out laughing which made all of us chuckle, which made the woman furious. She screamed "Wat u fakas laughing at, huh!?" and the first guy to laugh exclaimed "Lady, you have no idea what you're saying, do you?" Which made everyone laugh. The big local woman turned bright red (probably both out of embarassment and rage) and screamed "just u watch u faka you goin get it!" she yelled pointing a fat meaty finger at him as she took several threatening steps towards him. He hefted his pistol case and cocked an eyebrow, "Get what?" By then an HPD officer had entered the room due to the comotion. The woman slammed her fist on the counter and then stormed out. The woman behind the counter looked relieved, and everybody had a good laugh.
More recently, I was in line earlier this week and a tweaker woman wanders into the police station. She has stitches on her forehead, and half her teeth have rotted out and she's chewing on her gums and scratching the side of her face-- clearly this woman was a heavy drug addict. But she stands in line to register a firearm for a good five minutes, all the while muttering to herself about a court date and police brutality. Finally it dawns on her she is in the wrong line and she sqwaks "Is this the line for fiiiireeeuuurrms?" And the guy behind her responds, "yes" and she replies "oohh. i'm in teh wroong line" She then gets out of line. She pauses, and gets back into the line. She pauses again, and then gets back out of line again and wanders off. One of the guys in line jokes "I really don't think she could own a firearm anyway"