Two points from KY:
Open carry to my knowledge does not hold where the municipality prohibits it. In my city/town you would be questioned if you tried open carry downtown.
Not in Kentucky. The state occupies the entire realm of gun legislation here. It means the liberal sewers are not free to legislate more restrictive laws than the state legislature. They tried that BS in both Covington and Lousiville, and got slapped down for trying. Same goes for "crime guns".
Back to the thread.
Years ago, before direct deposit, I had a habit of trying to accumulate one or two paychecks instead of going to the bank every Friday. It wasn't that far, so I'd try to walk, weather permitting. I got home from work and began yelling at the dog. It didn't take much, he was already excited. Ole Spot was a dalmatian, and a good one. He was always ready for a walk. I got my jeans on, gun on the belt, and leash on the pup.
Away we went toward the bank, maybe a mile and a half or so. It was Friday, and there was a line. The dog came inside with me, as always. He had the routine down by then. The line would move, he'd heal for the step or two, then sit. Good boy. So I'd pat his head and tell him he was a good boy. He liked that, and it made him behave for more attention. I'd been in the line maybe a few minutes and we were moving a little.
Just then the off duty cop came over. He was very pleasant and just mentioned my jacket had ridden up and uncovered my gun. I thanked him as I was adjusting my jacket. We moved forward, Spot moved and sat. All was well with the world. I made my deposit and as I left I again thanked the cop. He just smiled and said I was welcome. Not a problem.
After that, I always said "hi" to him in the bank. He returned it with a smile. All the tellers knew me, my dog, and that I wasn't a threat. But one day we had a rent-a-cop standing in. He was a jerk and told me the dog would have to wait outside. 3 tellers all at the same time yelled at the guy.
I live in Kentucky, where things are different than behind enemy lines. Our bank tellers stock suckers for the kiddies and milk bones for the customers with dogs. Life is good here.
On the issue of guns and alcohol, I read an article a while back. It was how to avoid being a victim. One of the points was if you don't want to get in a fight, avoid places where the young or strangers drink alcohol. Pretty much means bars. Or bar parking lots when patrons are drinking.