My wife-to-be and I were out running errands yesterday, when she spotted a Men's Wearhouse and wanted to drop in to check out the suits they had on sale.
My sole intention was to just check out the material, then come back a couple days later with my best man, to get us fitted.
Well, my wife-to-be (who carries regularly) got to talking and nearly talked me into a measurement before I knew it.
The saleswoman had her tape at low ready, just waiting for me to lift my arms.
I was carrying my PT1911 IWB at 3:30 with double mags at 9:00.
While trying to be casual, I look W-t-B in the eye and state that "I'm not really prepared right now."
You could see it "click", in her eyes, and she immediately went on to suggest that I schedule with the best man, etc.
The salesperson didn't notice a thing.
Once outside, W-t-B said, "I am SO sorry! I am so used to you carrying that I didn't think anything of it!"
It was a close call that kept me on my toes, and I think we handled it well.
Sometime we can get a little too comfortable with carrying.