Another thread reminded me of this one time....
I had a few friends in town a few winters ago and it was decided that we would head into Boston to do some bar hopping (I would be DD).
I was carrying my G19 OWB at 3 o'clock underneath a thin sweater and a winter coat.
We ended up at the Greatest Bar or whatever it's called and got in line outside.
As we got to the front of the line, I saw that not only was there security just inside the entrance, but they were also patting people down before allowing entry. No wanding. A physical pat down.
My first thought was, "Well, the car is too far away for me to go back and stow the G19... **** it... let's see what happens!" All of my friends knew I carried so I wasn't worried about any issues there (though none of them carry - none of them are gun guys).
I was actually kinda curious what security would do.
I let all of my friends through the check first to get their pat downs. As soon as they were all through, they all turned around to watch me with smiles on their faces.
As I walked up to get my pat down, of the 3 security people there, 2 were huge dudes, and 1 was a petite girl in her early 20's.
The girl stepped forward to give me the pat down - I thought, "This is going to be interesting...". A quick glance up at my friend's faces told me they were thinking the exact same thing.
I used both hands to hold open my winter coat for her. She used both of her hands and started patting down up underneath my arms and down my sides.
Pat, pat, pat, pat... and then her left hand landed squarely on the G19 (still concealed under the thin sweater).
At this point I'm watching her facial expressions start with a "hmm? what's this?"
She re-positioned her left hand on the G19 to get a better "feel" for what it was.
Her eyes got real big once she realized what it was and I could see the gears turning in her head.
After a few seconds frozen with her hand still sitting on my gun, thinking about how she was going to handle this... she stopped the pat down, just lowered her eyes to the ground, and said, "you can go ahead...." in a I-don't-really-know-what-to-do-in-this-situation-so-I'm-just-not-going-to-do-anything way.
I say thank you and walk on in.
As we walked towards the bar, my friends had puzzled looks on their faces. One of them asked, "did she find it?" "Yup!" "And she just let you through?!" "Yup!" "What kind of security is that?!"
I had a few friends in town a few winters ago and it was decided that we would head into Boston to do some bar hopping (I would be DD).
I was carrying my G19 OWB at 3 o'clock underneath a thin sweater and a winter coat.
We ended up at the Greatest Bar or whatever it's called and got in line outside.
As we got to the front of the line, I saw that not only was there security just inside the entrance, but they were also patting people down before allowing entry. No wanding. A physical pat down.
My first thought was, "Well, the car is too far away for me to go back and stow the G19... **** it... let's see what happens!" All of my friends knew I carried so I wasn't worried about any issues there (though none of them carry - none of them are gun guys).
I was actually kinda curious what security would do.
I let all of my friends through the check first to get their pat downs. As soon as they were all through, they all turned around to watch me with smiles on their faces.
As I walked up to get my pat down, of the 3 security people there, 2 were huge dudes, and 1 was a petite girl in her early 20's.
The girl stepped forward to give me the pat down - I thought, "This is going to be interesting...". A quick glance up at my friend's faces told me they were thinking the exact same thing.
I used both hands to hold open my winter coat for her. She used both of her hands and started patting down up underneath my arms and down my sides.
Pat, pat, pat, pat... and then her left hand landed squarely on the G19 (still concealed under the thin sweater).
At this point I'm watching her facial expressions start with a "hmm? what's this?"
She re-positioned her left hand on the G19 to get a better "feel" for what it was.
Her eyes got real big once she realized what it was and I could see the gears turning in her head.
After a few seconds frozen with her hand still sitting on my gun, thinking about how she was going to handle this... she stopped the pat down, just lowered her eyes to the ground, and said, "you can go ahead...." in a I-don't-really-know-what-to-do-in-this-situation-so-I'm-just-not-going-to-do-anything way.
I say thank you and walk on in.
As we walked towards the bar, my friends had puzzled looks on their faces. One of them asked, "did she find it?" "Yup!" "And she just let you through?!" "Yup!" "What kind of security is that?!"
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