Was in Movie Gallery tonight trying to pick up some movies for our family pizza/movie night. Having a hard time getting what everyone wanted but finally got some movies and went to the desk to pay. Trying to use coupons, counting up what I have, found out I had a late fee from a while ago, trying to pay, started pulling money out of my pocket. The lady was ringing me up and I look down on the counter and right next to my checkbook was a Glock 19 magazine stuffed with Silvertips.
OOPS!
I've been carrying a G26 and am using a G19 mag as a reload. So I very casually reach down grab the checkbook and the mag and stuff them back in my coat pocket. The lady either didn't notice or was too cool/puzzled to say anything. But she smiled at me on the way out.
In Dick Marcinko's words,
Mea Culpa!
Mea Culpa!
Mea maximum-effing culpa!
OOPS!
I've been carrying a G26 and am using a G19 mag as a reload. So I very casually reach down grab the checkbook and the mag and stuff them back in my coat pocket. The lady either didn't notice or was too cool/puzzled to say anything. But she smiled at me on the way out.
In Dick Marcinko's words,
Mea Culpa!
Mea Culpa!
Mea maximum-effing culpa!