|In preparation for our impending change of address, we had a garage sale on Saturday. After about an hour, we'd racked up quite a cash stash, so my wife suggested that based on the current social climate where people steal things like hair extensions, a pile of used bricks, and other such things, that I should put on a pistol for the remainder of the day. Unable to find any flaws in her logic, I concurred.
About 45 minutes later, the cops showed up, and some lady (that had been at our garage sale about 40 minutes prior) was standing in the street pointing at me kind of frantically, and talking to the cop in the lead car (there were two squad cars). I was sitting in a lawn chair sippin' on a glass of ice-tea, and the cop comes up and starts a conversation:
Him: You're scarin' the lady in the street.
Me: How so? I'm not in my car. If she's nervous about being in the street I don't blame her - you should see the way people drive through here. My advice is that she get out of the street.
Him: She's concerned about your gun. Have you been out in the street with it?
Him: Have you had it out of the holster?
Me: Well, yeah. I had to make sure it was loaded. I did that inside the house, though.
Him: Well, the lady's nervous.
Me: As long as she doesn't come on my property and threaten mine or my wife's life, she has nothing to worry about. If someone else were to try something, she can rest assured that we exercise Texas gun control in our house.
Him: What kind of gun control is that?
Me: We hit what we're aiming at.
He smiled, and the conversation turned to types of pistols, the pros/cons of open carry, and the sheeple that are scared that a gun in a holster might jump out on its own and start killing and maiming with abandon. We both had a good laugh, and guessed that the concerned citizen that reported "man with a gun" was probably a liberal on federal assistance. He left, with a promise to educate the lady concerning the law regarding open-carry on one's own property. Last we saw, the lady was getting quite animated and upset, and appeared to stomp back up the street in a huff.
The cops left, and I was still in the lawn chair when this guy in a pcikup truck drove up. He got out, walked right up to me with a stern look on his face.
Me: Mornin'! Wanna buy a big TV?
Him: You think you're somethin' carrying that gun, don't ya.
Me: Well, one thing I think is that I'm armed and you're an idiot.
So much for the theory that "an armed society is a polite society".
Him: You upset my wife.
Me: I can't help it that I'm pretty.
Him: I oughta...
Me (stopping him mid-oughta): You oughta think real hard before you finish that sentence, and if I were you I'd step back a few feet.
Him: I'm gonna...
Me (stopping him mid-gonna): You're gonna get off my property because I'm starting to feel threatened. When I feel threated, I'm well within my rights to stop the threat, and I'll let you guess about how that would happen.
He glanced down at the pistol, still secured in the holster, and looked at me again, and then looked at my wife (as if she was going to take his side). She smiled a sweet little smile and turned a little so he could see the 9mm Glock hanging on her belt. Whatever he was going to say, he changed his mind, turned, and hurried out of the driveway. As he exited into the street, he turn back and shouted, "You're all CRAZY!"
There were several other shoppers milling around, and a few of them chuckled a little, and one guy said, "No, he's a Texan."
BTW, we ended up making $640 and sold most of the big stuff.
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010
You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997