Today, I'm home with the flu, and need some spirte...well, the wife is an hour away, so I get dressed and without really thinking about it, I stick my pt845 in the IWB holster, put a t-shirt on and head out to the local corner gas station to grab a bottle of sprite.
Now, keep in mind, I buy all of our gas at this place and know everyone there on a first name basis...it's a FULL service place, and I like to support them...anyway, I park the pickup at the door, walk in, go to the little row of coolers, grab a 6 pac of sprite.
As I walk to the counter, a well dressed lady walks in and steps up behind me just as I am taking out my wallet...and my shirt comes up just enough to show the gun stuck in my waist band...
and she SCREAMS ...
"HE HAS A GUN!!!"
...I look up at my friend behind the counter, a 65 year old man I know well, who looks at her and says
I can't wait to get his butt back on the range!!!
Now, keep in mind, I buy all of our gas at this place and know everyone there on a first name basis...it's a FULL service place, and I like to support them...anyway, I park the pickup at the door, walk in, go to the little row of coolers, grab a 6 pac of sprite.
As I walk to the counter, a well dressed lady walks in and steps up behind me just as I am taking out my wallet...and my shirt comes up just enough to show the gun stuck in my waist band...
and she SCREAMS ...
"HE HAS A GUN!!!"
...I look up at my friend behind the counter, a 65 year old man I know well, who looks at her and says
"Him? Hell lady, I've seen him shoot, don't worry about it"
I can't wait to get his butt back on the range!!!