Malum Prohibitum
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This was originally posted here http://www.georgiapacking.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=752&highlight=sears
But I thought you all might get a kick out of it if I cut and pastedit here.
My weedeater broke several months ago, and I have a high bank of grass that I cannot mow for fear of flipping my riding mower. My beautiful wife has been after me for some time to purchase another weedeater. I knew that Sears[/b] was running a sale because I had seen the weedeaters when I purchased some automotive tools the previous weekend (while carrying concealed).
This was the Sears[/b] at Shannon Mall in Union City. I know for a fact that they do not allow open carry in this mall. Standard procedure is to call the police, dog the customer until the police arrive, then approach with the police and ask the person to put the firearm in the vehicle in a parking lot with a pretty high rate of vehicle break-ins, or leave. Any refusal would of course get you arrested.
I was wearing my .45 in a Bianchi Black Widow tan leather holster. I walked into Sears[/b] and began looking at the weedeaters, pleased to notice that the sale was still on. A sales associate approached, saw the gun (very obviously stared at it) - "Sir, may I help . . . " his voice trailed off as he began taking steps away from me, walking backward toward a corner where he could walk around it and disappear. His eyes remained locked on the firearm.
I smiled, acted naturally as if I was not carrying, and said, "Sure, I would like to know what this one," I pointed to the one I was looking at, "will not do that the more expensive models will do."
He was telling me as I asked the question that he had some other customers to help and was nervously pointing around the corner, still staring at the gun.
Now, having shopped in this location many times, I knew there was less than ten feet of floor space around this particular corner and it was unlikely to hold a plethora of customers that I could neither see nor hear. Nor was a sales associate very likely to approach me and ask me if I needed assistance while he was helping invisible customers around the corner, only to immediately announce that he would not help me if I did, in fact, need assistance.
I put on my biggest grin and politely said, "Sure," while nodding.
I figured he was going to look for a telephone.
He took one more step backward. At this point his wide, staring eyes had moved from the gun to my smiling face. His demeanor changed immediately, and he stepped toward me and readily answered my question with a detailed explanation of the differences between models.
I had a couple more questions, which he answered knowledgeably and politely, and I purchased a weedeater.
Once his demeanor changed, he became the most polite and helpful employee I have ever encountered at that particular store.
The other "customers" never appeared, nor were they mentioned again by him or me. (I was half waiting for some irritated customers to appear, wondering why this man wasn't helping them for fifteen minutes or so).
He never looked at the gun again, nor did he mention it.
This was originally posted here http://www.georgiapacking.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=752&highlight=sears
But I thought you all might get a kick out of it if I cut and pastedit here.
My weedeater broke several months ago, and I have a high bank of grass that I cannot mow for fear of flipping my riding mower. My beautiful wife has been after me for some time to purchase another weedeater. I knew that Sears[/b] was running a sale because I had seen the weedeaters when I purchased some automotive tools the previous weekend (while carrying concealed).
This was the Sears[/b] at Shannon Mall in Union City. I know for a fact that they do not allow open carry in this mall. Standard procedure is to call the police, dog the customer until the police arrive, then approach with the police and ask the person to put the firearm in the vehicle in a parking lot with a pretty high rate of vehicle break-ins, or leave. Any refusal would of course get you arrested.
I was wearing my .45 in a Bianchi Black Widow tan leather holster. I walked into Sears[/b] and began looking at the weedeaters, pleased to notice that the sale was still on. A sales associate approached, saw the gun (very obviously stared at it) - "Sir, may I help . . . " his voice trailed off as he began taking steps away from me, walking backward toward a corner where he could walk around it and disappear. His eyes remained locked on the firearm.
I smiled, acted naturally as if I was not carrying, and said, "Sure, I would like to know what this one," I pointed to the one I was looking at, "will not do that the more expensive models will do."
He was telling me as I asked the question that he had some other customers to help and was nervously pointing around the corner, still staring at the gun.
Now, having shopped in this location many times, I knew there was less than ten feet of floor space around this particular corner and it was unlikely to hold a plethora of customers that I could neither see nor hear. Nor was a sales associate very likely to approach me and ask me if I needed assistance while he was helping invisible customers around the corner, only to immediately announce that he would not help me if I did, in fact, need assistance.
I put on my biggest grin and politely said, "Sure," while nodding.
I figured he was going to look for a telephone.
He took one more step backward. At this point his wide, staring eyes had moved from the gun to my smiling face. His demeanor changed immediately, and he stepped toward me and readily answered my question with a detailed explanation of the differences between models.
I had a couple more questions, which he answered knowledgeably and politely, and I purchased a weedeater.
Once his demeanor changed, he became the most polite and helpful employee I have ever encountered at that particular store.
The other "customers" never appeared, nor were they mentioned again by him or me. (I was half waiting for some irritated customers to appear, wondering why this man wasn't helping them for fifteen minutes or so).
He never looked at the gun again, nor did he mention it.
