Sonora Rebel
Regular Member
I don't live in Marana but way out to the west of the Tuscon Mountains. But... that's where I get my groceries 'n stuff. Noobs are easy to spot... they're pasty looking, generally hatless 'n wear shorts their wives picked out. I pull into FRY's on Silverbell and Cortaro in the hot rod. That thing's an eye opener in itself with the 'rump-rump' lope of a roller cam. Then... Noob one stands open-mouthed beside his mini-van as this 'cowboy' of about the same age as he exits this road beast with (GASP) a big gun on his hip in the cross draw position. Sez the noob: "Is that a real gun?" (Why do people pose such questions? Why would any adult carry a fake gun?) "Yeah" sez I. Noob just continues to stare as I pass by... apparently in shock.
Inside the store... I'm pushin' the cart around 'n encounter Noob #2. I take his measure 'n figure him to be a recently retired senior exec of some sort. He's got that aura. He glares at the pistol, then at me. (Major stink-eye) "You can't carry that in here!" (Yankee accent... NJ or NY) Sez I: "This is Arizona hoss... get used to it..." I keep on goin'. A younger woman nearby: "He's right... Get used to it or go home." Mr bigshot is deflated and scurries off. (Prob'ly to complain to the manager...) I was expecting him to make a MWAG call on his cell phone. That'd be an interesting awakening.
'Haven't had any such reactions for awhile... 'n then I get two in 10 minutes. Leaving... a former Suzy Creemcheeze type is loading her SUV next to the hot rod when I fired it up. She jumped straight up in the air. I think she cleared the pavement. I don't usually take that one to the store... I think I'll begin doing that just for the laffs.
Inside the store... I'm pushin' the cart around 'n encounter Noob #2. I take his measure 'n figure him to be a recently retired senior exec of some sort. He's got that aura. He glares at the pistol, then at me. (Major stink-eye) "You can't carry that in here!" (Yankee accent... NJ or NY) Sez I: "This is Arizona hoss... get used to it..." I keep on goin'. A younger woman nearby: "He's right... Get used to it or go home." Mr bigshot is deflated and scurries off. (Prob'ly to complain to the manager...) I was expecting him to make a MWAG call on his cell phone. That'd be an interesting awakening.
'Haven't had any such reactions for awhile... 'n then I get two in 10 minutes. Leaving... a former Suzy Creemcheeze type is loading her SUV next to the hot rod when I fired it up. She jumped straight up in the air. I think she cleared the pavement. I don't usually take that one to the store... I think I'll begin doing that just for the laffs.