I was "O C -ing" yesterday. After I stepped outside of the "Pay before you Pump" Convieance Store", the wind blew open my Hawian Shirt, thus exposing the G-23 on my right hip. Didn't even think about it till I noticed some little fellow staring at me. Just walked to the truck to pump my gas ( DAMN near $4 a Gal) and waited for a Crown Vic to come SCREEEEEECHING into the station... ( It never did! )Let's move onto the real problem here. OCing a butt ugly Glock...eeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww!