On my way home I was asked by the lady of the house to pick up some groceries on my way home from work. Okay, no problem, and I promptly got a paper and pen, because I knew that a list ensued. When I drive my pickup, my firearm goes under into the center of the bench seat with the flip down console. So I stop at her grocery store, I don't really care where the food comes from, but she does. It's one of those compromise things, know what I mean? Anyhow, I digress. So I park the truck, kinda sloppy I admit, but within the lines. I retrieve my snubby .38 in a paddle holster at three o'clock,and throw my hoodie on. You can't even see it with the hoodie, because I like them a little bigger. Anyhow, I go shopping, check everything off the list, call to double check she hasn't thought of anything else, and checkout. Only took about 15 mins or so. I was just ready to go home.
So I put everything in the truck, and return my cart. At which point, I am approached by a fellow who begins with "Excuse me sir". I thought that I had forgotten something, so I turn around and am met with an LEO. He's roughly six inches taller than me (I'm about 5'10"), and a pretty built fellow. Something close to the following ensues.
"Hello Officer, how have you been?"
"Pretty good, how are you?"
"Just picking up some groceries... Is there something I can help you with?"
"I was wondering if you could show me your DL, and LTCH please?"
I gave him a strange look to which he replied
"You are carrying aren't you?"
"Yes, did my shirt come up, and security call you?"
"No, I could just tell."
So I show him my DL, and LTCH, and he says
"You turn 21 next week?"
"Yes sir, a week from today."
"How did you obtain a handgun?"
"My grandfather gave it to me."
"So why do you carry?"
(You ever have one of those moments, where you know the proper and respectful answer, and you just can't help yourself?)
"In case the Apaches attack." I said it dead serious with a straight face.
"What?"
"In case the Apaches attack. They are masters of guerrilla warfare. I have to constantly be vigilant."
He looked at me for a moment, and just started laughing. Hysterically. Then he wished me a good day, and to have a safe drive home.
So I put everything in the truck, and return my cart. At which point, I am approached by a fellow who begins with "Excuse me sir". I thought that I had forgotten something, so I turn around and am met with an LEO. He's roughly six inches taller than me (I'm about 5'10"), and a pretty built fellow. Something close to the following ensues.
"Hello Officer, how have you been?"
"Pretty good, how are you?"
"Just picking up some groceries... Is there something I can help you with?"
"I was wondering if you could show me your DL, and LTCH please?"
I gave him a strange look to which he replied
"You are carrying aren't you?"
"Yes, did my shirt come up, and security call you?"
"No, I could just tell."
So I show him my DL, and LTCH, and he says
"You turn 21 next week?"
"Yes sir, a week from today."
"How did you obtain a handgun?"
"My grandfather gave it to me."
"So why do you carry?"
(You ever have one of those moments, where you know the proper and respectful answer, and you just can't help yourself?)
"In case the Apaches attack." I said it dead serious with a straight face.
"What?"
"In case the Apaches attack. They are masters of guerrilla warfare. I have to constantly be vigilant."
He looked at me for a moment, and just started laughing. Hysterically. Then he wished me a good day, and to have a safe drive home.