hardballer
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Had to go to Gundersen with my wife yesterday and made a stop at The King Street Kitchen where we enjoyed a very nice repast. Was greeted same as always and treated the same. Only difference is that I was carrying.
Had occasion to stop at Walmart, got a few looks but no worries there.
Jumped over to Woodman's and spoke with both managers who; one week before, had asked my wife and me to leave. One was very cordial, the other more formal. Had a funny thing happen while we were shopping there though, My wife and I are in the produce section and she sends me on a journey to acquire the finest Mangoes available.
As I turn to embark on this important mission for my wife, I turn and lock eyes with two ganstas not 20 paces away. Eventually, I am nearly run down by this duo. Big guys and very Chicago or Detroit gang like individuals.
One guy had to go 400lbs. decked out complete with gold chain around his neck and the other was a weight lifter type, dread locks and gang jacket, baggy pants etc. The big guy has a furled brow and squinty eyes while the Muscles has that dead mean look on his face, eyeballs my sidearm long and hard as he approaches. Maybe 3 or four paces worth, looks at his pard and grunts something unintelligible. They split and go around me, Muscles brushes my off side shoulder.
Long ago, I learned to stand my ground and never look away or show fear so I did my thing and they did theirs in what I am sure is a ritual that has taken place since the dawn of time.
I was on red alert as we exited the store later in the evening but nothing happened. whew. We shopped and left.
Headed to Best Buy where I picked up a digital recorder and scared the heck out of at least six blue shirts. They milled about, I imagine to get a good look at the gunslinger. I'd never seen that many blue shirts in one place at one time before.
Eyes were bugging out and fear was palpable. I asked the one who was almost trembling a few questions about digital recorders and was able to calm him down long enough to get the information I needed to make a decision. Chose my recorder, Paid and left without incident.
Stopped at the Hobby Lobby where several of the workers saw my sidearm but made no fuss about it. All women. Having my wife with me probably helped in that respect.
Finally, we were done shopping and headed home, one last stop at Kwik Trip and away we went. All in all, a good experience.
Had to go to Gundersen with my wife yesterday and made a stop at The King Street Kitchen where we enjoyed a very nice repast. Was greeted same as always and treated the same. Only difference is that I was carrying.
Had occasion to stop at Walmart, got a few looks but no worries there.
Jumped over to Woodman's and spoke with both managers who; one week before, had asked my wife and me to leave. One was very cordial, the other more formal. Had a funny thing happen while we were shopping there though, My wife and I are in the produce section and she sends me on a journey to acquire the finest Mangoes available.
As I turn to embark on this important mission for my wife, I turn and lock eyes with two ganstas not 20 paces away. Eventually, I am nearly run down by this duo. Big guys and very Chicago or Detroit gang like individuals.
One guy had to go 400lbs. decked out complete with gold chain around his neck and the other was a weight lifter type, dread locks and gang jacket, baggy pants etc. The big guy has a furled brow and squinty eyes while the Muscles has that dead mean look on his face, eyeballs my sidearm long and hard as he approaches. Maybe 3 or four paces worth, looks at his pard and grunts something unintelligible. They split and go around me, Muscles brushes my off side shoulder.
Long ago, I learned to stand my ground and never look away or show fear so I did my thing and they did theirs in what I am sure is a ritual that has taken place since the dawn of time.
I was on red alert as we exited the store later in the evening but nothing happened. whew. We shopped and left.
Headed to Best Buy where I picked up a digital recorder and scared the heck out of at least six blue shirts. They milled about, I imagine to get a good look at the gunslinger. I'd never seen that many blue shirts in one place at one time before.
Eyes were bugging out and fear was palpable. I asked the one who was almost trembling a few questions about digital recorders and was able to calm him down long enough to get the information I needed to make a decision. Chose my recorder, Paid and left without incident.
Stopped at the Hobby Lobby where several of the workers saw my sidearm but made no fuss about it. All women. Having my wife with me probably helped in that respect.
Finally, we were done shopping and headed home, one last stop at Kwik Trip and away we went. All in all, a good experience.
