Citizen
Founder's Club Member
I had one of my best OC encounters today.
I was eating a late lunch at a fast food restaurant.
Out of nowhere, a young girl, maybe nine or ten years old, walks up to my table. With all the warmth and carefree outgoing-ness of youth, she just asked, "Are you an FBI agent?"
As I replied, "No, I'm just a regular guy", I could see grandma approaching just a few steps away, more kids on each side. Grandma was dressed in traditional Indian (India) clothes. The kids, obviously of similar heritage, wore western dress.
The little girl said her brother wanted to know.
Then her brother, about seven or eight years old, arrived with grandma and asked the same question, "Are you an FBI agent?"
Me: "No, I'm just a regular guy."
Brother: "But, why do you carry the gun?"
Me, "To protect myself from badguys."
Grandma and the kids were very warm and friendly, but curiously at this point, the brother was straight-faced.
Then sister and grandma explained that brother wanted to be an FBI agent when he grew up. Oh! I just ruined his chance to meet one of his heroes. Poor little guy.
Grandma explained there had been some earlier discussion among the kids about whether I was an FBI agent. Finally somebody said, "Just ask him."
We said good-bye and they went on their way. Although the brother was a bit subdued, he did give me a little wave.
Wow.
Imagine. Not only did grandma not grab the kids and run screaming, she actually assented to letting them all come up and actually talk to me.
And this from a country where gun control is rather strict.
And nobody went diving for the windows or had a panic attack once they found I definitely was not LE.
If that anti-self-defense judge in the midwest who ruled OC is likely to cause a disturbance needs a sworn affidavit, I'm happy to supply one.
I was eating a late lunch at a fast food restaurant.
Out of nowhere, a young girl, maybe nine or ten years old, walks up to my table. With all the warmth and carefree outgoing-ness of youth, she just asked, "Are you an FBI agent?"
As I replied, "No, I'm just a regular guy", I could see grandma approaching just a few steps away, more kids on each side. Grandma was dressed in traditional Indian (India) clothes. The kids, obviously of similar heritage, wore western dress.
The little girl said her brother wanted to know.
Then her brother, about seven or eight years old, arrived with grandma and asked the same question, "Are you an FBI agent?"
Me: "No, I'm just a regular guy."
Brother: "But, why do you carry the gun?"
Me, "To protect myself from badguys."
Grandma and the kids were very warm and friendly, but curiously at this point, the brother was straight-faced.
Then sister and grandma explained that brother wanted to be an FBI agent when he grew up. Oh! I just ruined his chance to meet one of his heroes. Poor little guy.
Grandma explained there had been some earlier discussion among the kids about whether I was an FBI agent. Finally somebody said, "Just ask him."
We said good-bye and they went on their way. Although the brother was a bit subdued, he did give me a little wave.
Wow.
Imagine. Not only did grandma not grab the kids and run screaming, she actually assented to letting them all come up and actually talk to me.
And this from a country where gun control is rather strict.
And nobody went diving for the windows or had a panic attack once they found I definitely was not LE.
If that anti-self-defense judge in the midwest who ruled OC is likely to cause a disturbance needs a sworn affidavit, I'm happy to supply one.
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