Potential Trouble

"I am not sure yet, but I am probably going to have to go with 'Yes, I have a problem with you'. Unless you happened to pick up that uniform on the side of the road somewhere?" I asked. I mean, I knew that the chance of that happening was less than 0.000000001%, but seeing a military uniform after everything that I had been going through this year so far was enough to make me break out in a rash.

"You dare to disrespect this uniform?" she demanded, bringing the shotgun back up. "I shed blood, sweat, and tears for this uniform. No one is going to disrespect it in front of me."

I sighed and rubbed my forehead as I skirted around her and her gun and went deeper into the convivence store section of the gas station, only to be greeted by even more guns. 

"Wang Chao!" I shouted, using my 'get out of shit with the military' card.