WARNING: The following account contains no pithy, hoplophobe-slaying remarks.
I was grocery shopping after work with my gun on my belt.
Some lady comes up to me next to the ice cream case and says, "Can I ask you a question?"
I kept looking for the ice cream I wanted, but I knew what was coming, "Sure."
"Why are you carrying your weapon in here?" At least she had sense enough not to call it "that thing."
"I carry it to protect myself."
"Do you have a business card or anything?"
"Are you in law enforcement or anything like that?"
"Do you have a permit for it?"
"So why do you carry a gun?"
"Like I said, I carry it to protect myself."
"Who do you think you need protection from, people like me who are very unnerved by it?"
I finished up, chuckling, with, "I hope not."
With that, I just turned and went down the aisle, looking for the next item on my list.
Overall, pretty uneventful. Sure, there are TONS of smart azz comments I could have made at any point, but it wouldn't have done any good. I figured I'd do my part by being a clean cut guy, who isn't a cop, carrying a gun and not stirring up trouble.