Went to the Puyallup Little Caesar's last night to pick up a heart attack
for me and some friends. Walk in and wait for someone to come up to the register. There's only standing room, so there's no where to sit. Down on the other side of the counter, I see a little kid, wide-eyed as a goldfish, tugging on his mom's shirt and "whispering", (although I guess we wasn't very good at it, cause everyone could hear him) "Mommy, mommy, mommy, that man's gotta gun!". Said it like 6 times before she noticed what he was talking about. It's always the kids, right? Anyways, I could kinda tell that he was a bit nervous, so I turned to him and said, insert very kind voice, "Yup, that's my gun. *Smiling Proudly* Would you like to see it? You can come and look at it but don't touch it." He went from nervous to excited and intrigued so fast, I think it even suprised his mom. He asked me what kind it was and I told him a Glock. Got my pizza, said bye, and walked out. Felt pretty good about that encounter,
turn it from possibly hostile to a friendly interaction pretty smoothly.