With the exception of post offices, and other (genuine) federal offices I never leave my EDC pistol in the car. (If it should get stolen, guess what might happen!) With me it's,
'Love me, love my gun!' I just had one of my biannual cardio exams. The nurse asked me to remove my shirt before she took my blood pressure. When I did she saw my pistol.
She looked down at the pistol; and said,
'You're the second patient, today, who's been in here carrying a gun.' 'The other man is an instructor.' I looked at her, smiled, and said, '
Well if it makes you feel any better, I am too.' She laughed and replied,
'That's fine with me. I want to learn how to shoot, myself.'
My personal philosophy is this: Way back when I was in high school (the late middle ages) I had a fellow student who was an outrageous dresser - Which was uncommon in those days! One day I saw him wearing what was called, 'high water pants' (The cuffs were 2 or 3 inches above his shoes!) and a very wide belt.
So, somewhat curious, I asked him,
'Eddie, aren't you ever embarrassed?' He looked at me and quickly replied,
'If you're going to wear, 'high waters' and a Bohemian belt then wear them!' 'You don't owe anyone an apology.'
Eddie was one of the smartest students in school; I considered him to be a peer; and I respected his opinions. So, the next day, just to see what would happen and how I would feel, I wore a pair of, 'high waters' myself. Know what? I got through the day, no problem! Yes, I was the recipient of a few odd looks; but my dating life remained essentially unaffected.
