Asked to "leave your firearm in your car". Happy ending though.
OCed at an establishment my parents tended to frequent because it carried the best tortillas (that we know of) in the area. I know we shouldn't patronize anti-Rights businesses, but this was my parents spending
their money for
their groceries; at least I had convinced them some time back to buy ONLY what they couldn't buy elsewhere.
I didn't want my parents being at the mercy of an armed thug who saw the place as easy pickings, so I OCed. We were there for a good 5 minutes and already had about $20 worth of tortillas in the cart; several looks, glances, and whispers had been taking place, unlike the last time I was there. A small group of men came up and the following exchange took place (with my parents' dialogue translated to English for your convenience
):
Lead guy: Hey, just so you know, we don't allow firearms in the store, so if you could go outside, leave your firearm in your car, and come back, that would be ok.
Me: Oh. I'm sorry you feel that way. I'll simply wait outside then.
Guy: Yeah, we just don't want firearms in here.
Me (to parents): I'll wait right outside while you guys finish up, then we can go home.
Dad: In that case, let's just leave them all (starts pulling the tortillas out of the cart and onto the shelf). *scoffs and smiles* We always come to buy these here.
Mom (to dad, but loud enough for the spectators to hear): Don't waste time putting them back. Let's leave and buy the things elsewhere. Leave the cart too.
The three of us then left peaceably. The reason I prefaced with "Happy ending though" is because this is the first time
my parents have taken the initiative on not patronizing anti-Rights businesses.
I'll count it as a win in my book.