PLASTIC: 8/2/10 (29 days). Hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, I conducted my Wally Walk Today…
I carried a 9MM Beretta Px4 Storm SubCompact, in a yesssss…a Fanny Pack. It
really does scream GUN, but oh well. It was huge.
I was the only one available to take pics, and they aren’t very good. It looked like I was
taking pics of my crotch…and it looked even more weird when I was standing next to
the bananas.
I went to the rest room…no problems; bought some ammo; ate at McD’s –no nachos, so had a burger. Everything was relatively uneventful.
Then, I went to the credit union…I just had to…cuz that’s what we do. I walked through the front doors, then began to write a check at a table that is located at the very front of the bank.
As I’m writing…the bank doors BUST OPEN…this serious looking lady steps inside and “yells” at the security guards (both of which are 8 ft from me)…
She yells…”HEY!!!!!SOMEONE’S GOT A”…
<it was at this point that I mentally filled in the blank in my mind with the word GUNNNNNNNN…MY HEART SKIPPED A COUPLE OF BEATS>
She finishes her statement…..”DOG IN A CAR, WITH THE WINDOWS UP”
<whew…she did not say gun and it wasn’t my dog, and the security guards just joked about the her matter>
I cashed my check…and the rest of that visit was happily uneventful. I was going to smile at the security guards, but they were walking around.
Then, I went to a drug store, a mall, Academy Sports, and a university—I figured I had completed my mission.
What did I learn? I’m glad that the fanny pack is not my only carrying source. It’s important adjust the carry with the clothes.
I got my plastic…I got my plastic… ”Stay Thirsty My Friends”
