We are fortunate enough to live in the great state of denial Washington. We have one of the largest ferry fleets in the world.
And since September 11th 2001 the safety and security of those who travel on these fine vessels has become of the upmost importance. As a ferry frequenter, I find this increased level to add a sense of entitlement to my journey. You see we had an escort the other day. A Coast Guard escort. And as I watched the tiny vessel speed along side the ferry I couldn’t help but wish that it was me riding on the bow gripping the forward mounted .50 caliber machine gun.
Really now, who wouldn’t want to do a little annoyance elimination on the commute to and from work. Think of the stress you could relieve. All your post work frustration taken out on a poor unsuspecting floating piece of debris, or salmon eating sea lion, or overly aggressive fisherman, or maybe some kid leaning a little too far over the railing of the ferry. When you command a gun like that I’m pretty sure you are legally allowed to shoot anything you want… anything. I mean it.
