Nah. Not really. I carry it everywhere, every day. Nothing happens. Ever. We live in boring nowheresville. Do I REALLY need it? No way. It's Thanksgiving, and my pants are going to be tight. Really tight.
We just get home, and my wife is yacking to my sister. Growl. Let Mr. pack mule carry in all the crap from the garage. I start out into the garage to which she left the door open, and I see a young man in a hoodie IN OUR GARAGE, just strolling around our car.
Are you $%^#$ing kidding me? Sure, there's a pistol in the toolbox. Mr. hoodie is between me and the toolbox. I can't really get it without really putting myself in jepordy. Ok, no more suspense, I strapped it on this morning. I walk out and "calmly" ask if he is lost. The young hispanic man is obviously blitzed out of his mind. He mumbles something half audibly. "Nesecitas ayuda?, " I ask. He mumbles something, again half audibly. I calmly tell him he needs to get out as I am frantically trying to figure out if he is alone or if I he is the decoy. He stumbles out into the evening without a care.
I close the door, clear the garage, and follow him for a block or two. As I see him dancing around on the sidewalk, my first thought is "He needs better friends." I go back in and check on my wife, and I realize that what I needed was my cell phone to call the police to pick him up. His next escapade might be with someone who is a little less reserved on the trigger.
Keep your @#$%@ sidearm on your hip where it belongs. Did I need it tonight? Maybe not. Would I have regretted it if I had not had it? Yup.
From nowheresville to you,
Standanjohn
We just get home, and my wife is yacking to my sister. Growl. Let Mr. pack mule carry in all the crap from the garage. I start out into the garage to which she left the door open, and I see a young man in a hoodie IN OUR GARAGE, just strolling around our car.
Are you $%^#$ing kidding me? Sure, there's a pistol in the toolbox. Mr. hoodie is between me and the toolbox. I can't really get it without really putting myself in jepordy. Ok, no more suspense, I strapped it on this morning. I walk out and "calmly" ask if he is lost. The young hispanic man is obviously blitzed out of his mind. He mumbles something half audibly. "Nesecitas ayuda?, " I ask. He mumbles something, again half audibly. I calmly tell him he needs to get out as I am frantically trying to figure out if he is alone or if I he is the decoy. He stumbles out into the evening without a care.
I close the door, clear the garage, and follow him for a block or two. As I see him dancing around on the sidewalk, my first thought is "He needs better friends." I go back in and check on my wife, and I realize that what I needed was my cell phone to call the police to pick him up. His next escapade might be with someone who is a little less reserved on the trigger.
Keep your @#$%@ sidearm on your hip where it belongs. Did I need it tonight? Maybe not. Would I have regretted it if I had not had it? Yup.
From nowheresville to you,
Standanjohn
