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Nice holster--and I believe that is a Colt in that holster?
I remember one time I was in public, and got out of my vehicle. It was kinda warm out, and I have a few very lightweight 5.11 jackets--but mine was still draped over the back of the seat. I got out, and stretched--and heard a gasp a few feet to my right. I turned, and saw a mother with the "deer in the headlights" look, who was grabbing for her child to GET THEM AWAY FROM THAT NASTY GUN CARRYING NEANDERTHAL!
I shook my head.
I then asked the lady, "Ma'am, are you OK? Is everything all right?"
She replied, "You just stay there, or I'll call the police!"
I then asked, "For what?" She replied, "You're carrying a GUN!!!"
I said, "You know that the carrying of firearms in the open is legal in this State, and carrying concealed is legal with a permit, don't you?" She said, "No, it isn't! I'm calling the police!"
Having enough of the rampant hoplophobia, I replied, "Ma'am, there's no need. The police are here." She turned around and looked wildly about. "Where?" When she turned around again, I was still standing there--with my badge and commissioning card in my hand.
"Right here."
She looked at me for a second in silence. I asked her, "Ma'am, have you lived here for a while?" She replied that she had.
I suggested that she look up RCW 9.41 and become acquainted with it. She became somewhat green in the gills when I said that when she was in a public place like this, she was probably--at any given time--less than 50 feet from a lawfully concealed firearm.
I remember one time I was in public, and got out of my vehicle. It was kinda warm out, and I have a few very lightweight 5.11 jackets--but mine was still draped over the back of the seat. I got out, and stretched--and heard a gasp a few feet to my right. I turned, and saw a mother with the "deer in the headlights" look, who was grabbing for her child to GET THEM AWAY FROM THAT NASTY GUN CARRYING NEANDERTHAL!
I shook my head.
I then asked the lady, "Ma'am, are you OK? Is everything all right?"
She replied, "You just stay there, or I'll call the police!"
I then asked, "For what?" She replied, "You're carrying a GUN!!!"
I said, "You know that the carrying of firearms in the open is legal in this State, and carrying concealed is legal with a permit, don't you?" She said, "No, it isn't! I'm calling the police!"
Having enough of the rampant hoplophobia, I replied, "Ma'am, there's no need. The police are here." She turned around and looked wildly about. "Where?" When she turned around again, I was still standing there--with my badge and commissioning card in my hand.
"Right here."
She looked at me for a second in silence. I asked her, "Ma'am, have you lived here for a while?" She replied that she had.
I suggested that she look up RCW 9.41 and become acquainted with it. She became somewhat green in the gills when I said that when she was in a public place like this, she was probably--at any given time--less than 50 feet from a lawfully concealed firearm.