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Shopping at WinCo over by Vancouver Mall. It didn't go down as I thought it would.
The trip started out as a simple grab and dash for a few items, but I kept remembering random things that I needed, so I wound up wandering around the store longer than I expected. Now, when I first strarted to OC I was hyper-sensetive to people's reactions (or lack thereof), but since I've had next to no response for months I've stopped paying as much attention. That being said, I didn't NOTICE anyone reacting to the 1911 on my hip.
So after about 20-30 min in the store I decide to get a second gallon of milk and call it a day. Upon reching the Dairy section I was...not so much 'approached'.. as confronted by, who I am assuming was, a manager-type. (She had apparently been 'hunting' for the 'MWAG' and I had managed to 'sneak up' behind her). She turned around with that vacant 'search and scan' look on her face, and was caught off guard to find her target was directly to her 6 o'clock and within three feet. I think this flustered here a bit as she stammered out a hemed and hawed greeting.
Her: "Hi...um....."
Me: <smiling>"Hello."
H: "There's been...um... do you have..... "<looking around me to my strong side>" Oh.. yes......Um... do, uh...do you have a permit for that?"
M: "No permit is required for Open Carry." <spoken with a confused look>***
H: "Oh? Well... um... we had some... you're making some of the customers nervous."
M: "I don't see why...."
H: <guffawing in disbelief>"Well you are. I've had several complaint's already...."
Bystander (I think the primary complainant):"It's their perogotive." <spoken in a manner to suggest that a person's alleged 'right' not to feel nervous has superceding authority of all other rights>
M: <to bystander>"This is true." (Spoken in a way to indicate that his right to feel however he pleases does not superceed MY rights)
H: "Well.... I would appreciate it if you wouldn't carry that in here."
M: "OK...." <spoken in a manner that indicates an acceptance of her statement as fact (yes, I'm sure you WOULD 'appreciate' it) while indicating an expectation of something more from her. I'm not volunteering a DAMN thing.>
H: <after a long-ish pause, eyes locked with mine> "Ok, then... thank you.." and she walked off with complainant in tow.
She never did ask me to leave the store, or SPECIFICALLY ask/tell me not to carry. (only that she would 'appreciate it'.)
I kinda shrugged my shoulders, grabbed another gallon of milk and proceeded to checkout. You can always tell when a checker remembers your face if not your name. The smile becomes genuine, and they tend to relax a bit. Paid with cash, bagged my goods and out the door. I thought that was the end of it. Apparently not.
As I drove up the parking aisle toward the front of the store (easiest exit crosstraffic-wise) I see her standing at the door scanning the parking lot with a cordless phone in her hand and a male coworker standing next to her. She noticed me and her talking became a little bit more animated. She pointed me out to the male. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. (I almost put on a cheese-eatin' grin and waved to her, but I thought being snarkiy would not serve in the best interest of the cause). I could see she was relaying my license plate info over the phone. To his credit the male at least TRIED to look casual while keeping an eye on my truck as I crept up to the exit (parking lot traffic).
I prepped my recorder for the impending traffic stop. It never happened. I made it home unmolested and spent the next couple of hours anticipating, though not really expecting, a knock-and-talk visit from the sherrif. That never happened either.
It should be noted that at no time did she have the upper hand in the conversation (command presence?). She REALLY didn't know what to say. I'm not sure if this was because it was a new situation for her, or the fact that the complainant was RIGHT THERE and she felt like she had to do SOMETHING to appease him, or the fact that I had 'got the jump on her' instead of her being able to spot me from far off and 'work up' an authoritarian posture before confronting me.
All in all I was caught off guard a little bit myself. I was fully prepared for someone who was confident, and adamant in their statements.....the fact that she was foundering throughout the whole affair left me at a loss for actions/words. (if she doesn't spout wrong info, then I can't correct her....NEVER volunteer info). I realize it may be spitting into the wind, but since she did not specifically deny me entrance with my sidearm I fully intend to continue untill she does.
So....can I get copies of dispatch calls even if I'm not contacted by law enforcement as a result of said call?
*** Note that the confused look was meant to convey the same confusion one would encounter when asked if you had a permit to carry your cell-phone clipped to your belt, NOT an 'I wasn't aware of that aspect of the law' look. "WTF are you TALKING about, permit?"
Shopping at WinCo over by Vancouver Mall. It didn't go down as I thought it would.
The trip started out as a simple grab and dash for a few items, but I kept remembering random things that I needed, so I wound up wandering around the store longer than I expected. Now, when I first strarted to OC I was hyper-sensetive to people's reactions (or lack thereof), but since I've had next to no response for months I've stopped paying as much attention. That being said, I didn't NOTICE anyone reacting to the 1911 on my hip.
So after about 20-30 min in the store I decide to get a second gallon of milk and call it a day. Upon reching the Dairy section I was...not so much 'approached'.. as confronted by, who I am assuming was, a manager-type. (She had apparently been 'hunting' for the 'MWAG' and I had managed to 'sneak up' behind her). She turned around with that vacant 'search and scan' look on her face, and was caught off guard to find her target was directly to her 6 o'clock and within three feet. I think this flustered here a bit as she stammered out a hemed and hawed greeting.
Her: "Hi...um....."
Me: <smiling>"Hello."
H: "There's been...um... do you have..... "<looking around me to my strong side>" Oh.. yes......Um... do, uh...do you have a permit for that?"
M: "No permit is required for Open Carry." <spoken with a confused look>***
H: "Oh? Well... um... we had some... you're making some of the customers nervous."
M: "I don't see why...."
H: <guffawing in disbelief>"Well you are. I've had several complaint's already...."
Bystander (I think the primary complainant):"It's their perogotive." <spoken in a manner to suggest that a person's alleged 'right' not to feel nervous has superceding authority of all other rights>
M: <to bystander>"This is true." (Spoken in a way to indicate that his right to feel however he pleases does not superceed MY rights)
H: "Well.... I would appreciate it if you wouldn't carry that in here."
M: "OK...." <spoken in a manner that indicates an acceptance of her statement as fact (yes, I'm sure you WOULD 'appreciate' it) while indicating an expectation of something more from her. I'm not volunteering a DAMN thing.>
H: <after a long-ish pause, eyes locked with mine> "Ok, then... thank you.." and she walked off with complainant in tow.
She never did ask me to leave the store, or SPECIFICALLY ask/tell me not to carry. (only that she would 'appreciate it'.)
I kinda shrugged my shoulders, grabbed another gallon of milk and proceeded to checkout. You can always tell when a checker remembers your face if not your name. The smile becomes genuine, and they tend to relax a bit. Paid with cash, bagged my goods and out the door. I thought that was the end of it. Apparently not.
As I drove up the parking aisle toward the front of the store (easiest exit crosstraffic-wise) I see her standing at the door scanning the parking lot with a cordless phone in her hand and a male coworker standing next to her. She noticed me and her talking became a little bit more animated. She pointed me out to the male. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. (I almost put on a cheese-eatin' grin and waved to her, but I thought being snarkiy would not serve in the best interest of the cause). I could see she was relaying my license plate info over the phone. To his credit the male at least TRIED to look casual while keeping an eye on my truck as I crept up to the exit (parking lot traffic).
I prepped my recorder for the impending traffic stop. It never happened. I made it home unmolested and spent the next couple of hours anticipating, though not really expecting, a knock-and-talk visit from the sherrif. That never happened either.
It should be noted that at no time did she have the upper hand in the conversation (command presence?). She REALLY didn't know what to say. I'm not sure if this was because it was a new situation for her, or the fact that the complainant was RIGHT THERE and she felt like she had to do SOMETHING to appease him, or the fact that I had 'got the jump on her' instead of her being able to spot me from far off and 'work up' an authoritarian posture before confronting me.
All in all I was caught off guard a little bit myself. I was fully prepared for someone who was confident, and adamant in their statements.....the fact that she was foundering throughout the whole affair left me at a loss for actions/words. (if she doesn't spout wrong info, then I can't correct her....NEVER volunteer info). I realize it may be spitting into the wind, but since she did not specifically deny me entrance with my sidearm I fully intend to continue untill she does.
So....can I get copies of dispatch calls even if I'm not contacted by law enforcement as a result of said call?
*** Note that the confused look was meant to convey the same confusion one would encounter when asked if you had a permit to carry your cell-phone clipped to your belt, NOT an 'I wasn't aware of that aspect of the law' look. "WTF are you TALKING about, permit?"