Earlier this afternoon, I was holding onto my 88-year old friend and neighbor’s shopping cart, which contained her purse, in the “Ask a Pharmacist” line at Walmart. She was in front of me, and was asking the pharmacist about prescriptions. I had noticed a woman standing behind me for a couple of minutes, and my nose was starting to run, so I brushed aside the right side tail end of my Stealth ScotteVest 3.0 black jacket, which I’ve worn for 21 years during cooler weather, to reach my handkerchief in the right hip pocket of my jeans. This is the jacket originally advertised as “ideal for concealed carry by Secret Service and other law enforcement officers.” By the way, I’ve only seen one other person wearing this type of jacket. It has vertical zippers on the left and right sides, which makes it easier to draw a handgun from a belt. The newest version of this jacket doesn’t have the vertical zippers on the sides, but still has almost three dozen hidden secret pockets like my old jacket.
As I replaced my handkerchief back into my hip pocket, the woman behind me says, “Excuse me, officer, are you waiting in line?” I replied, “no ma’am. I’m waiting on my friend in front of me.” I was a little taken aback, because I don’t believe I ever exposed my SIG P239 concealed in a Kydex holster inside my belt. I’m very careful about that. I also had two spare mags on my left side in a leather pouch, which was also never touched. The woman then moved to another line beside us. I have to be more careful, I guess.
