So i just stopped by the CVS Pharmacy which is a rock's throw from my apartment. I literally go in there ever day.
I walked in the west entrance and noticed that one of the guys in line was a bit :what:when I came in. He was maybe in his 50's, six foot'ish and about 185. Gray hair high and tight... more like a fat top "old school" style. I passed him and went to the soda pop area to get a 2-liter. He was gone when I approached the line of people, but came right back in. He was moving quickly towards me and had his eyes fixed on my side-arm. When he closed the 10 foot mark, I didn't feel very comfortable, and there was a line of people, so I didn't have much space to retreat... so I placed my open right palm on the top of the ASL strap of my holster. He stumbled back and walked around me.
At this point I'm watching him diligently. He approaches his wife (I'm assuming who was behind me and asks her what else she's buying. Some shitbird behind him piped up and asked if I was carrying a 27. or a 21. I told him, neither, and that it was a 19. He started in about how 9's don't have stopping power and 45's are better. The older guys piped up with a raised eyebrow and stated "that's horse ****... Police carried the 92F for 20 some years and .38's before that..." I stated that 32 people died from a Glock 19 and the VT Massacre and he needs to stop being a gunstore commando..." He was about my age but one of those "Urban" fellers.
Anyway, after the older guy and I grilling Mr. Interrupting Cow about his pseudo gun knowledge, he seemed to cool off and told me to have a nice day.
I was paying for my soda while this was going on. The cashiers and managers know me and appreciate that I carry.
The Car's Jr. across from that CVS (the same one TJ decide NOT to eat at) GOT ROBBED AGAIN LAST NIGHT!
Sunset and Sandhill.