2 recent experiences
1. A few weeks ago, I was at my local Harris Teeter, looking over their lack of a meat selection, when a guy approaches and says something along the lines of, "Oh wow, another open carrier!" I look at his side, back up, and look at his other side..nothing. I forget his reason why he wasn't carrying at that moment, but we chatted for a brief moment, and he stated he is actually a member of the forums, but frequents it so little that he doesn't remember his username (I don't question it..he was the one that brought up the site).
2. Last night, as I was walking to the aforementioned Harris Teeter (it's literally around the corner) at around 9:30PM, a beat up, 80's model Honda Civic filled with a bunch of unsavory characters goes speeding past my left, through the strip mall. The driver sees me, lays on the horn, and backs up to about 25' from me. The following exchange occurs:
Him: You be buyin' steaks?
Me: *shakes head no*
Him: You don't eat steak!?
Me: Nah. *I start to walk away*
Him: You KNOW you eat steak, you <insert insult here>..
Me: *turns back around..passenger notices 1911*
Passenger: Yo, he got a GUN on him!
The driver then speeds off, and yells something at me that I can't understand.
1. A few weeks ago, I was at my local Harris Teeter, looking over their lack of a meat selection, when a guy approaches and says something along the lines of, "Oh wow, another open carrier!" I look at his side, back up, and look at his other side..nothing. I forget his reason why he wasn't carrying at that moment, but we chatted for a brief moment, and he stated he is actually a member of the forums, but frequents it so little that he doesn't remember his username (I don't question it..he was the one that brought up the site).
2. Last night, as I was walking to the aforementioned Harris Teeter (it's literally around the corner) at around 9:30PM, a beat up, 80's model Honda Civic filled with a bunch of unsavory characters goes speeding past my left, through the strip mall. The driver sees me, lays on the horn, and backs up to about 25' from me. The following exchange occurs:
Him: You be buyin' steaks?
Me: *shakes head no*
Him: You don't eat steak!?
Me: Nah. *I start to walk away*
Him: You KNOW you eat steak, you <insert insult here>..
Me: *turns back around..passenger notices 1911*
Passenger: Yo, he got a GUN on him!
The driver then speeds off, and yells something at me that I can't understand.