you'll have that sometimes.
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Went to a local pizza place. The place was packed and backed up. Some idiot decided to take a 50 pizza order which screwed up the night for the rest of the customers with late pizzas, switched orders, wrong toppings, etc. I was behind this guy in line, I noticed he kept staring at me....I wondered a bit, but thought nothing of it. He got up to the cashier to pay for his phoned order which still wasn't ready. Apparently he doesn't believe in wallets, he reached for a credit card that was stashed in this pile of other cards. He dropped his ID on the counter, which just so happen to have his Texas CHL I.D. under it. I knew it because our permits have a distinguishable blue and red colors. I didn't want to say anything because there were people around us, and conceal means conceal, so I couldn't really say, "SO, I see that you're concealing a gun too!" I just chuckled and life went on. I saw a reflection of myself on the counter and realized why he was staring at me, I forgot that I was wearing my Beretta hat.
you'll have that sometimes.
"Just blame Sixto"
At least you know you're not the only one!!
When Seconds Count, The Cops Are Just Minutes Away!!
So then did you attempt to find evidence of the hidden article?
Got caught looking, then you start looking over his body, in Texas no less...that would go over well.
Grasseater // Grass~eat~er noun, often attributive \ˈgras-ē-tər\
A person who is incapable of independent thought; a person who is herd animal-like in behavior; one who cannot distinguish between right and wrong; a foolish person.
See also Sheep
Not trying to derail the thread, just thought you'd enjoy the humor.
"There is no problem that cannot be solved through the proper use of high explosives"
G. Alan Foster
Just because he had the card doesnt mean he carried. I know people that have permits that cant understand carrying everywhere ya go.
Yeah. Purse your lips, cross your arms, lean back on one leg and give him an "up and down" look while nodding your head. Maybe an "MmmmmHmmmm" in there. You'll make a friend for life.
I want to have a job where the is no accountability,a job where I can do as I dang well please and make my own laws and act like a KING. I want to be on the Supreme Court.
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Many of my friends have carry permits and don't ever carry...go figure.
I think every guy has a deep seated desire to be thought of as a "dangerous" man. A little Clint Eastwood in all of us?
So, these guys get a permit to carry in their wallet and think..."I could carry, if I wanted"...and thats as "bad" as they want to get.
"If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men." Romans 12:18
...if not...be prepared to meet Mr.10mm, .45, .40 or any one of their little brothers.
I used my GFL as my second form of ID at Blockbuster Video. I also use it as my ID when I vote.
A lot of folks carry up here.
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Yeah, I've used my CCW as a secondary ID before (taking my Ham radio test) and no one blinked an eye. I keep it up under my regular ID in my wallet, so I can grab both if necessary. Ours is not specially colored, just black and white (except the permit number - red) but still something you would notice if you knew what you were looking at. I keep my credit/debit cards elsewhere, however.
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Semper Vigilans et Paratus
When I got mine, I had two reasons.
One was CYA: if I ever got stopped for anything, and there was a gun nearby, I would be protected. And, of course, if I "happened" to feel like carrying, I could - it gave me a legal option.
Two was political: I believe in the right, and felt (feel) that if enough people don't exercise their right - obtain a permit - politicians, who justify their existance by making, changing, and repealing laws, might think that there isn't enough interest to support the permits, and eliminate them. That is, if there were a large enough number of permits on the street, that would constitute a large enough "voting block" the Politicos wouldn't want to pi$$ them off. To me, it was "voting."
As soon as I submitted my application to the Tx DPS, I started carrying around the house. I had my 1911 IWB for almost two weeks while I re-modeled the kitchen (including the plumbing under the sink, new dishwasher, etc) to learn how to comfortably carry it. By the time it (permit) arrived, it (gun) felt natural.
Of course, I had to "test-drive" it as soon as I got it, but I never thought of myself as a "gun-toter," nor expected to be.
Wasn't long before I felt guilty for not carrying when with my family. No surprise. But then I started feeling guilty - no, remiss would be a better word - when I wasn't able to help anyone around me at my favorite grocery store, or Wal-Mart, etc. I'm not a helpless "woossy" by any means, but I'm not foolish enough to unnecessarily endanger my family's breadwinner if I don't have every advantage available to me. Sort of a social disease; I feel I should do what I can for my fellow man, and this (permit) extends what I can do.
Nothing in the classes/training or registration ( ) implies that sheep can't qualify, too; encourage them to renew their permits - it helps protect ours.
As you may have guessed by now, I wear mine watching TV, mowing the yard, - always. (even when I get out of the shower, I have a holster I use) Not that I think Ninja Zombies on PCP are going to come rapelling down through my skylights; rather, the more I wear it in the house the more natural and comfortable it is when I'm out of the house.
My kids are so used to it, they don't even notice. My 7-yr-old will snuggle up to watch TV, shift her shoulder/arm to get off the hammer, and not even realize it. All my (4) kids know where/how I carry, but never think about it.
Enough about me.