Taclead
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After having a nice meal with my wife at Bonefish Grill for her birthday, she wanted to go spend a gift card for Victoria Secret. We headed over to Patrick Henry Mall. I usually OC and figured before I ever got to the door that I would find a Ghostbuster sign and have to head back to the truck.
To my suprise, there were no signs--more on that later. We spend about an hour in the mall--her in Victoria Secret, me waiting outside the store window shopping at different locations. She makes her purchase and we head back out of the mall--through Dillards. She decides she wants to look at the shoes so I tkae a seat because I know this is going to be a marathon shopping trip.
After awhile I decide to head to the men's room. On the way I see a woman standing outside the restroom area but don't give her a second thought. I do my business and begin washing my hands. Another gentleman in the restroom notices my firearm and asks what department I work for. I explain that I'm not a cop and he tells me that he is. I smile and nod. All the sudden the woman outside starts banging on teh door, calling for her husband. We walk out and she tells him "there's a man in there with a gun."
I explain that it's me she's talking about and her husband explains that I am doing nothing illegal.
I figured that was that and head back to where my wife now has about a dozen different boxes of shoes.
A short while later I am approached by Newport News Police officer, the husband of teh busy body woman, and what appears to be an undercover (young with badge on chain in plain clothes) and he asks if we can talk away from the other customers. We move about 10 feet away from where my wife is and he explains that the mall has a no firearms policy. Suprisingly I apologize and state that there were no signs posted. The officer gets kind of testy and says he's telling me that is the policy. I said no problem but was confused because the mall was no longer posted. He states that new management took down the signs because they considered them tacky.
I tell my wife I am leaving and will be in the car--she has a hard time finding shoes (size 4.5-5) so I wasn't going to discourage her buying what she wanted.
I wasn't followed nor "escorted". I waited outside until my wife finished shopping, then we left.
It was rather non-eventful, and I didn't feel like pressing the issue of the posting on the doors. What miffs me more than anything is the busybody wife who must have harped on her husband until he agreed to go talk to security.
Thoughts?
After having a nice meal with my wife at Bonefish Grill for her birthday, she wanted to go spend a gift card for Victoria Secret. We headed over to Patrick Henry Mall. I usually OC and figured before I ever got to the door that I would find a Ghostbuster sign and have to head back to the truck.
To my suprise, there were no signs--more on that later. We spend about an hour in the mall--her in Victoria Secret, me waiting outside the store window shopping at different locations. She makes her purchase and we head back out of the mall--through Dillards. She decides she wants to look at the shoes so I tkae a seat because I know this is going to be a marathon shopping trip.
After awhile I decide to head to the men's room. On the way I see a woman standing outside the restroom area but don't give her a second thought. I do my business and begin washing my hands. Another gentleman in the restroom notices my firearm and asks what department I work for. I explain that I'm not a cop and he tells me that he is. I smile and nod. All the sudden the woman outside starts banging on teh door, calling for her husband. We walk out and she tells him "there's a man in there with a gun."
I explain that it's me she's talking about and her husband explains that I am doing nothing illegal.
I figured that was that and head back to where my wife now has about a dozen different boxes of shoes.
A short while later I am approached by Newport News Police officer, the husband of teh busy body woman, and what appears to be an undercover (young with badge on chain in plain clothes) and he asks if we can talk away from the other customers. We move about 10 feet away from where my wife is and he explains that the mall has a no firearms policy. Suprisingly I apologize and state that there were no signs posted. The officer gets kind of testy and says he's telling me that is the policy. I said no problem but was confused because the mall was no longer posted. He states that new management took down the signs because they considered them tacky.
I tell my wife I am leaving and will be in the car--she has a hard time finding shoes (size 4.5-5) so I wasn't going to discourage her buying what she wanted.
I wasn't followed nor "escorted". I waited outside until my wife finished shopping, then we left.
It was rather non-eventful, and I didn't feel like pressing the issue of the posting on the doors. What miffs me more than anything is the busybody wife who must have harped on her husband until he agreed to go talk to security.
Thoughts?
