We had a fugitive loose in our county last week, and the place was crawling with State Police (I think I saw 40 units in the parking lot of the command post, no telling how many out and about). Around 1 AM my wife and I left the farm to take dear daughter to the airport.
Pulled over to see if I was spiriting the bad guy out of the area, I handed the officer my driver's license and Concealed Permit. Hands on the steering wheel, I said, "Sir, I have a concealed carry permit, and I am carrying tonight; my wife has a permit and she's carrying as well."
His response was "Everyone is, these days. Where is it?"
I said "Inside my waistband, right side. My wife's is in her fanny pack."
We then exchanged pleasantries about the search, and he bid me a good evening.
I love living in the hills.