ACEllis
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During lunch break from class, a fellow classmate asked if I wanted to make a quick run to Arby's with him. I agree to the plan as long as he drove. So off we headed down west Colfax tograb a bite to eat. Keep in mind, I am sporting my Concealed Campus hoodie, but since my gun was in my car, I was without anything to conceal.
We arrive at Arby's, order our food, and as I wait to receive mine from the cashier, Ihad the distinct feeling of hands tapping me around my waist and lower back.I think it was my friend messing around with me, I glance over to my left expecting to see him. I did, but he was 10 feet away digging to the bottom of his food bag to scrape up the fries that ecsapedhis grasp.So now I think another classmate was behind me, one who also had a craving for roast beef. I do an about-face, and before me stood an old lady (maybe 80+ years) still frisking me around the hips.
Puzzled wouldn't describe my expression. Absolute confusion, maybe. I lifted my arms up a little thinking she was about to fallover and I was going to catch her, but then she rattled off in a shrill, shakey voice,
"I'm patting you down. I saw your shirt. Where is it?"
I responded with a clueless, "Huh? Ma'am?" A second later, it clicked in my head what she was so eagerly searching for. She was looking for my gun that, in a round-a-bout way, my hoodie proclaimed I had. I simply told her, still not believing what she was doing, "Uh, no ma'am. Not today. I'm just out to grab a quick bite." I turned back around, while she still continued to feel me up, grabbed my Arby's bag and stepped away from the counter to join my friend. He missed the whole thing.
I'm still not sure if she was joking around, seriously searching me for a weapon, or just a senile old-coot.
Now, I ask you... whatif I did have my CC piece on me that afternoon. I thought it was my friend poking me, so I didn't get spooked. Her first contact with me would have been EXACTLY where I carried,right (strong)side 4 o'clock.
Would she have yelled, "Oh my word! He has a gun!" My permit is legit, so I have no concern that the police would come down on me for her "assaulting" me. If anything they would tell her to keep her hands to herself and then go on about their business.
Another question... the slightly more amusing hypothetical: If I was carrying, but was alone and didn't think it was someone I knew doingthe touching, I'd hate to imagine how I'd react. It would likely begin with a swinging elbow backwards the moment I felt someone gripping my pistol that was under my shirt. Ooooo boy, now that is one to explain to the police.
"Mother-time over here reached first, officer!So I had to put her down!" :uhoh:
I think my lack of situational-awareness saved that poor old-lady from having to buy a new pair of denture. :?
AC
During lunch break from class, a fellow classmate asked if I wanted to make a quick run to Arby's with him. I agree to the plan as long as he drove. So off we headed down west Colfax tograb a bite to eat. Keep in mind, I am sporting my Concealed Campus hoodie, but since my gun was in my car, I was without anything to conceal.
We arrive at Arby's, order our food, and as I wait to receive mine from the cashier, Ihad the distinct feeling of hands tapping me around my waist and lower back.I think it was my friend messing around with me, I glance over to my left expecting to see him. I did, but he was 10 feet away digging to the bottom of his food bag to scrape up the fries that ecsapedhis grasp.So now I think another classmate was behind me, one who also had a craving for roast beef. I do an about-face, and before me stood an old lady (maybe 80+ years) still frisking me around the hips.
Puzzled wouldn't describe my expression. Absolute confusion, maybe. I lifted my arms up a little thinking she was about to fallover and I was going to catch her, but then she rattled off in a shrill, shakey voice,
"I'm patting you down. I saw your shirt. Where is it?"
I responded with a clueless, "Huh? Ma'am?" A second later, it clicked in my head what she was so eagerly searching for. She was looking for my gun that, in a round-a-bout way, my hoodie proclaimed I had. I simply told her, still not believing what she was doing, "Uh, no ma'am. Not today. I'm just out to grab a quick bite." I turned back around, while she still continued to feel me up, grabbed my Arby's bag and stepped away from the counter to join my friend. He missed the whole thing.
I'm still not sure if she was joking around, seriously searching me for a weapon, or just a senile old-coot.
Now, I ask you... whatif I did have my CC piece on me that afternoon. I thought it was my friend poking me, so I didn't get spooked. Her first contact with me would have been EXACTLY where I carried,right (strong)side 4 o'clock.
Would she have yelled, "Oh my word! He has a gun!" My permit is legit, so I have no concern that the police would come down on me for her "assaulting" me. If anything they would tell her to keep her hands to herself and then go on about their business.
Another question... the slightly more amusing hypothetical: If I was carrying, but was alone and didn't think it was someone I knew doingthe touching, I'd hate to imagine how I'd react. It would likely begin with a swinging elbow backwards the moment I felt someone gripping my pistol that was under my shirt. Ooooo boy, now that is one to explain to the police.
"Mother-time over here reached first, officer!So I had to put her down!" :uhoh:
I think my lack of situational-awareness saved that poor old-lady from having to buy a new pair of denture. :?
AC
