About two years ago my wife and I left early traveling to South Texas. We stopped (still before daylight) at a nice truck stop/convenience store just South of Houston. We went in and I went to the restroom. There were very few people around at that time of the morning.
I was standing at the “porcelain fixture” when three young guys came in. They were not there to use the restroom. They were standing around, looking at me and talking to each other so I could not hear. The hair stood up on the back of my neck.
I kept looking over my shoulder and slowly slid my left hand into my pocket. I didn’t have anything in my pocket except a sweaty palm. I guess they decided not to call my bluff because they left. I got my CHL, a Kimber and a Beretta (32) Tomcat shortly after that. I guess you could say a gun saved my bacon and I didn’t even have one.
I fire my Kimber right handed. I use my cane with my right hand so I keep the Beretta in my left front pocket and practice with it left handed only.