Beretta92FSLady
Regular Member
...So, today, the wife, and me went to pick three of our kids up from camp. (They were gone all week). I carry my camera with me, in a backpack, and happen to be carrying my Beretta 92FS with me, in my backpack. I hand the wife my backpack, and start snapping photos of the kids. The wife puts the backpack down next to me, to take. We are hugging, and kissing the kids, welcoming them back, caught up in the moment.--it's tough having the kids gone for so long, when you see them every day of their lives, and you are used to them being with you nearly all of the time. Then we leave.
We get home, and I go to grab my backpack...OMFG! I left the damn backpack where we had picked the kids up. I hurry back to where I left it, thinking to myself: Someone opened the damn thing to see who it belongs to, and the police are going to be there when I arrive. Well, I arrived, and there were no police, went into the room that I left it in, and it was sitting right where I had left it.
Just thought I would share my accidentally negligent bone-head moment with everyone. Ladies, and gentlemen, if you happen to be carrying any place other than on your immediate person, keep track of your crapola, and you sidearm.
We get home, and I go to grab my backpack...OMFG! I left the damn backpack where we had picked the kids up. I hurry back to where I left it, thinking to myself: Someone opened the damn thing to see who it belongs to, and the police are going to be there when I arrive. Well, I arrived, and there were no police, went into the room that I left it in, and it was sitting right where I had left it.
Just thought I would share my accidentally negligent bone-head moment with everyone. Ladies, and gentlemen, if you happen to be carrying any place other than on your immediate person, keep track of your crapola, and you sidearm.