Out on the motorcycle today riding around. Stopped at the Warsaw Walmart to pick up some prescriptions and some refreshments for the weekend. After parking my bike and taking my helmet off and putting on a cap....
Guy: You gonna cover that thing up?
Me: Excuse me?
Guy: You need to cover that up.
Me: I do?
Guy: You a cop?
Me: No sir.
Guy: You have a CCW?
Me: I have a License to Carry a Handgun.
Guy: You have to cover that up.
Me: My license doesn't say that.
Guy: Mine does.
Me: Really? Do you mind showing me where?
Guy:<pulls out his Indiana LTCH and starts reading it to himself.>
Me: Hey, that looks just like mine!
Guy: Hmm ...doesn't say.
Me: That's one of the things I love about Indiana! They make no mention of how you can carry, just that you can.
Guy: Well, I always conceal. I don't want people knowing when I carry.
Me: A lot of people do; I used to cc all the time as well. I still do now and then depending on where I'm going.
By this time we're getting shopping carts and going our own way; a fairly pleasant interaction and, hopefully, Guy learns a bit more about that pink piece of paper he carrys around with him. Never did ask him if he was carrying at the time.
BTW, I got my drugs and alcohol ...and everyone at Walmart was safe from yet another MWAG!
Out on the motorcycle today riding around. Stopped at the Warsaw Walmart to pick up some prescriptions and some refreshments for the weekend. After parking my bike and taking my helmet off and putting on a cap....
Guy: You gonna cover that thing up?
Me: Excuse me?
Guy: You need to cover that up.
Me: I do?
Guy: You a cop?
Me: No sir.
Guy: You have a CCW?
Me: I have a License to Carry a Handgun.
Guy: You have to cover that up.
Me: My license doesn't say that.
Guy: Mine does.
Me: Really? Do you mind showing me where?
Guy:<pulls out his Indiana LTCH and starts reading it to himself.>
Me: Hey, that looks just like mine!
Guy: Hmm ...doesn't say.
Me: That's one of the things I love about Indiana! They make no mention of how you can carry, just that you can.
Guy: Well, I always conceal. I don't want people knowing when I carry.
Me: A lot of people do; I used to cc all the time as well. I still do now and then depending on where I'm going.
By this time we're getting shopping carts and going our own way; a fairly pleasant interaction and, hopefully, Guy learns a bit more about that pink piece of paper he carrys around with him. Never did ask him if he was carrying at the time.
BTW, I got my drugs and alcohol ...and everyone at Walmart was safe from yet another MWAG!
Sounds similar to my experience at Hacienda Restaurant last night. Went with the wife, 4 kids, my sister, bro-in-law, and their 2 kids. When we got there, I took my boys straight to the bathroom, where there was already a line.
Douche Bag: "I assume you are a cop?"
Me: No sir.
DB: You got a permit for that thing?
Me: I have a License to Carry.
DB: You know you need to cover that up.
Me: Actually, in Indiana I can carry any way that I like.
DB: I'm a cop. I know the laws, and you need to cover that thing up. Your permit says it needs to be concealed.
Me: Actually, if I were to show you my permit right now, it wouldn't say anything about concealing.
DB: Well, I have a gun too. You just can't see it. IMAGINE THAT CONCEPT!!!
Me: I gotta take a leak. I don't feel like arguing with you about it.
As I step into the stall he keeps muttering "You're missing the concept." When I finished taking a leak, he was already out the door and gone. I have a hard time believing he actually was a cop. I can't imagine any LEO being THAT ignorant.
Sounds similar to my experience at Hacienda Restaurant last night. Went with the wife, 4 kids, my sister, bro-in-law, and their 2 kids. When we got there, I took my boys straight to the bathroom, where there was already a line.
Douche Bag: "I assume you are a cop?"
Me: No sir.
DB: You got a permit for that thing?
Me: I have a License to Carry.
DB: You know you need to cover that up.
Me: Actually, in Indiana I can carry any way that I like.
DB: I'm a cop. I know the laws, and you need to cover that thing up. Your permit says it needs to be concealed.
Me: Actually, if I were to show you my permit right now, it wouldn't say anything about concealing.
DB: Well, I have a gun too. You just can't see it. IMAGINE THAT CONCEPT!!!
Me: I gotta take a leak. I don't feel like arguing with you about it.
As I step into the stall he keeps muttering "You're missing the concept." When I finished taking a leak, he was already out the door and gone. I have a hard time believing he actually was a cop. I can't imagine any LEO being THAT ignorant.