That's an interesting story in itself. After my dufus moment where I ran out of gas, the entrance to that park just happened to be the next available place to pull off the road so I coasted in. So there I was in an open vehicle that has a large 2-gun rifle case strapped to it and a large ammo can next to that, a handgun on my belt and two more in black cases strapped to the back deck. And I'm sitting in a city park where that's supposed to be illegal. Less than 2 minutes after I stopped, I''m standing next to my buggy on my cell phone and of course Mr. Park Ranger pulls up. He asks me if I'm broke down and I tell him I ran out of gas and I'm calling for someone to come help me out. There was a ball game in the park creating a lot of traffic at the entrance so he asks me if I can move it out of the way. I tell him I will and he leaves without a second look. I pushed it across the road to another lot that is out of the way but still part of the park. About twenty minutes later the same officer pulls along side again and asks if everything is OK. I tell him someone should be there shortly with a gas can. I can see him looking at all the stuff I have on the buggy, but he just thanked me for moving out of the way and left. He could have easily decided to give me a hard time. Kudos to Mr. Ranger for not being a richard.
Ok I hadn't heard that story.
I did go the the post office earlier today but I stayed in the vehicle while my daughter went inside.
