Militarypol21
Expert
Decided to head back up to my hometown last night to do some cat-fishing but was in need of bait so myself (OC'ing G23) and my buddy stopped off at the local IGA Supermarket to get some cubed steak and chicken liver and from the time I walked in the door to the time I left, I guarantee the police were called at least more than once.
We had to pass all the registers to our right (I'm right handed) so I know all the cashiers (all 3 of them - female) saw the G23 on my hip when we entered because it was like time froze for about 20 seconds until we made our way to the meet counter in the back of the store. Every eye in the store turned toward us and nobody said a word.
We got our items and now it was time to check out. All the other registers were now closed except one. Two of the female cashiers and the cart boy (male- aprx. 25 years old) and the manager (male- aprx. 60 years old) were all huddled over in the corner talking amongst themselves, two of which had cell phones in their hand and kept looking back at us standing in line to checkout. The cashier was as friendly as could be with the 3 people in front of me (asking how their day was, making small talk and whatnot), but then it was my turn to check out, she didn’t even make eye contact. She scanned my items, didn't bother telling me my total, held her hand out (if she had a glass of water in her hand she would have spilt it, she was shaking that bad). I handed her a $20 bill, she handed me back my change and I told her to have a nice day and she almost p****d herself...haha.
We headed out to my truck followed by the cart boy (talking on a cell phone) and I swear it felt like I just robbed a bank or something. It looked like he was attempting to get my license plate and I did my best to back up and head out the backside of the lot so he wouldn't be able to. Knowing the police up in my hometown (minus the chief and lieutenant that I know personally and are family friends) the rest of the department remind me of the Andy Griffith Show and it would have been a mess if I got pulled over (not to mention it would have made me late to the fishing hole).
[FONT="]Oh how I don’t miss my hometown… [/FONT]
We had to pass all the registers to our right (I'm right handed) so I know all the cashiers (all 3 of them - female) saw the G23 on my hip when we entered because it was like time froze for about 20 seconds until we made our way to the meet counter in the back of the store. Every eye in the store turned toward us and nobody said a word.
We got our items and now it was time to check out. All the other registers were now closed except one. Two of the female cashiers and the cart boy (male- aprx. 25 years old) and the manager (male- aprx. 60 years old) were all huddled over in the corner talking amongst themselves, two of which had cell phones in their hand and kept looking back at us standing in line to checkout. The cashier was as friendly as could be with the 3 people in front of me (asking how their day was, making small talk and whatnot), but then it was my turn to check out, she didn’t even make eye contact. She scanned my items, didn't bother telling me my total, held her hand out (if she had a glass of water in her hand she would have spilt it, she was shaking that bad). I handed her a $20 bill, she handed me back my change and I told her to have a nice day and she almost p****d herself...haha.
We headed out to my truck followed by the cart boy (talking on a cell phone) and I swear it felt like I just robbed a bank or something. It looked like he was attempting to get my license plate and I did my best to back up and head out the backside of the lot so he wouldn't be able to. Knowing the police up in my hometown (minus the chief and lieutenant that I know personally and are family friends) the rest of the department remind me of the Andy Griffith Show and it would have been a mess if I got pulled over (not to mention it would have made me late to the fishing hole).
[FONT="]Oh how I don’t miss my hometown… [/FONT]
anyway.
