AxiTech
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The transmission in my company truck went out (third time in two years) Monday. I picked up a rental from the neighborhood rental place(think: early space travel show) and went in today to return it. I have rented from this office several times over the years and, invariably, one of the employees recognizes me. Today, I walked in and got a friendly "head-nod" from the counter guy. I took my place in line and spoke to the woman in line in front of me about the weather(very hot). Another counter guy stepped up and she advanced to the front of the new line. She was handled quickly and i moved up. Now I am standing next to a large, 6 ft,1" ,240-250 white male about 20 years old. He looks down and sees my piece, a Ruger P345 in a leather holster. He asks, "So, you a cop or something?" I answer him, "No". I didn't like his tone, kind of smart-assed. He turns and says to the clerk in front of him, and everybody else in the office," This jerk thinks he can walk in with a gun and everybody will be impressed". I turn to face him because if he is brazen enough to insult a 48 year old guy who is his size, he just might be stupid enough to try to touch me or my piece. As I turned, I hear a paper ripping noise. The clerk helping the punk has just torn the rental agreement in half. He tells the punk," He is a valued ,repeat customer and we don't have a problem with him or his weapon. Both are welcome here. You ,however, are not". Punk demands to be served. He gets refused on the basis of his age(20) and his attitude. I didn't see who, nor did anyone tell me, but somebody called the police. They arrive and walk in and size up the situation and escort the punk outside. I go back to doing my required paperwork. I hear the punk yell," There is a guy with a gun in there". My business concluded, I walk out. The nearest cop looks over and sees the gun. He asks if I have a license for it. I told him I do, but I don't need it to carry open. He smiled and said "Have a nice day".
All in all, a good day. All happened as it should have. Went to the Chevy dealer to pick up my truck and had a conversation with the service writer, with several customers listening in, about why I carry. He was not down on me for it, rather more inquisitive, and the whole waiting room seemed very at ease about an armed man in the room with them. Probably has a lot to do with personal appearance and demeanor than anything else. As I said, a good day.
The transmission in my company truck went out (third time in two years) Monday. I picked up a rental from the neighborhood rental place(think: early space travel show) and went in today to return it. I have rented from this office several times over the years and, invariably, one of the employees recognizes me. Today, I walked in and got a friendly "head-nod" from the counter guy. I took my place in line and spoke to the woman in line in front of me about the weather(very hot). Another counter guy stepped up and she advanced to the front of the new line. She was handled quickly and i moved up. Now I am standing next to a large, 6 ft,1" ,240-250 white male about 20 years old. He looks down and sees my piece, a Ruger P345 in a leather holster. He asks, "So, you a cop or something?" I answer him, "No". I didn't like his tone, kind of smart-assed. He turns and says to the clerk in front of him, and everybody else in the office," This jerk thinks he can walk in with a gun and everybody will be impressed". I turn to face him because if he is brazen enough to insult a 48 year old guy who is his size, he just might be stupid enough to try to touch me or my piece. As I turned, I hear a paper ripping noise. The clerk helping the punk has just torn the rental agreement in half. He tells the punk," He is a valued ,repeat customer and we don't have a problem with him or his weapon. Both are welcome here. You ,however, are not". Punk demands to be served. He gets refused on the basis of his age(20) and his attitude. I didn't see who, nor did anyone tell me, but somebody called the police. They arrive and walk in and size up the situation and escort the punk outside. I go back to doing my required paperwork. I hear the punk yell," There is a guy with a gun in there". My business concluded, I walk out. The nearest cop looks over and sees the gun. He asks if I have a license for it. I told him I do, but I don't need it to carry open. He smiled and said "Have a nice day".
All in all, a good day. All happened as it should have. Went to the Chevy dealer to pick up my truck and had a conversation with the service writer, with several customers listening in, about why I carry. He was not down on me for it, rather more inquisitive, and the whole waiting room seemed very at ease about an armed man in the room with them. Probably has a lot to do with personal appearance and demeanor than anything else. As I said, a good day.
