No, seriously. It’s been a long time since anybody asked me to take my clothes off.
And this lady apparently didn’t have anything carnal in mind, which was a damned shame. Somehow a serious eye examination has come to include a blood pressure check. And in late December, for a cedar rat, that means shearing off layer after layer of warm clothes even when you’re dressed in your thrift-store finest.
Sooner or later we’re going to expose the pistol.
Will she be upset about that? Will she call the cops?
Hell, it’s not even my everyday pistol. That one would scare hell out of Dirty Harry. I’ve got chickens to defend, after all, and I’m a firm believer in overkill. Oh yes, I will set up them the bomb on the flimsiest excuse out in the boonies. But this is the Big Town and I’m carrying my sunday-go-to-meeting-1911, which wouldn’t scare any reasonable person. But I wasn’t expecting to have to reveal it to some random stranger.
And it was damn cold this morning. So layers are involved. I take off the jacket. I peel off the thick fernice hoody. I carefully untuck the flannel shirt before unbuttoning the cuff and pulling up the sleeve along with the long-sleeve pullover under it. Maybe she won’t notice.
Of course this is [where it is] so maybe she won’t care. But we don’t like to take that kind of chance. Sometimes concealed carry is a matter of manners, and sometimes it’s a matter of safety.
You just never know.
Put a condom on it and tell her it’s safe.
^5 to David343 😀
Joel, I do wish you all the best – you never fail to make me grin/chuckle/right-out laugh with your snark and sharing of your experiences whilst living The Dream(tm).
You’ve made me think of things I’d never considered while planning my own Escape to being Offgrid, and given me answers to problems I’d become frustrated over.
And I’ll take this article and one-up you with “When a gentleman asks you to disrobe, what do you do about your 9mm?” (grin).
So much Love and Light from scorching-hot SA, to all of your little family,
Chocs.
PS: Little Bear, Ghost – “Wuff, wuff-wuff! Wuuuuuuuff!”
I’m so glad you went, Joel! And yes, I understand the deal with the .45. When I saw my eye doctor the first time here, had the same problem. But I peeled off my coat and didn’t have any other layers, so there it was on my belt for all to see. Nobody seemed to notice… I love it here. 🙂
Well, the female PA knew I was cop – but I did get gasp and a funny look when she moved the stethoscope to the right lower lung from the backside and her hand hit the concealed gun butt. She never checked my lower lung area again in the last three years. LOL.
Rich