M-Taliesin
Regular Member
Howdy Folks!
My other vice is metal detecting. It is actually a huge part of why I got interested in guns to start with.
I often have quite a bit of gold and silver on my person, and figured one of these days, somebody'd want
the fruits of my labor more than they ought and I might need to dissaude them.
Anyhow, I decided to sell a few pieces of gold I've found in the past few months so I went to Arvada to
visit a jeweler who has always treated me fairly. I walked in with my Ruger P94 .40 cal holstered on my
hip and waited for the man to deal with customers ahead of me. After about 20 minutes, my turn rolled
around and we did the transaction. I walked out a few minutes later with $180 bucks in my pocket and
without any fuss from him or other customers about my pistol.
Then I cruised to an ATM to deposit my "free money" to my account. But I discovered I'd left my bank
card in a shirt pocket at home, so I drove to the credit union to go inside and visit with a real live teller.
I transacted my business and again, nobody batted an eye at my pistol. I didn't have any reaction from
the tellers or other customers. As I was leaving, the bank manager looked up and smiled as I smiled back
and waved at him. "Staying out of trouble there amigo?" I asked in a jovial manner. "Yes, thanks!" and
I was on my way home. Decided to hit the King Soopers. I asked for the store manager and told her
of my experience with their security guard on Saturday and gave him the strongest commendation I
could muster. She thanked me for that and said she'd pass it along. I got some victuals and left.
I didn't intend to hit the chicken shack but on impulse dropped by the Jim Dandy to get some lunch.
So I walked in and they had quite a few folks dining inside, and I got some chicken to take home and
left without anybody reacting to my Ruger.
All in all, a pretty groovy day today.
Oh, and it is Monday! I love Mondays! I look forward to Mondays all week long.
Because Monday is garbage day! I go outside and drag the trash cans around to the curb, as an
air of festivity fills the air. I wave to neighbors who, in gaily colored pajamas or mumus also drag
their cans to the curb. It's sort of like a really trashy block party, but without polka music. This
morning was no different, and there was a feeling of jubilee in the air as neighbors turned out in
their finest lounge wear before the truck came through.
Ah, it's the simple things in life!
Blessings,
M-Taliesin
My other vice is metal detecting. It is actually a huge part of why I got interested in guns to start with.
I often have quite a bit of gold and silver on my person, and figured one of these days, somebody'd want
the fruits of my labor more than they ought and I might need to dissaude them.
Anyhow, I decided to sell a few pieces of gold I've found in the past few months so I went to Arvada to
visit a jeweler who has always treated me fairly. I walked in with my Ruger P94 .40 cal holstered on my
hip and waited for the man to deal with customers ahead of me. After about 20 minutes, my turn rolled
around and we did the transaction. I walked out a few minutes later with $180 bucks in my pocket and
without any fuss from him or other customers about my pistol.
Then I cruised to an ATM to deposit my "free money" to my account. But I discovered I'd left my bank
card in a shirt pocket at home, so I drove to the credit union to go inside and visit with a real live teller.
I transacted my business and again, nobody batted an eye at my pistol. I didn't have any reaction from
the tellers or other customers. As I was leaving, the bank manager looked up and smiled as I smiled back
and waved at him. "Staying out of trouble there amigo?" I asked in a jovial manner. "Yes, thanks!" and
I was on my way home. Decided to hit the King Soopers. I asked for the store manager and told her
of my experience with their security guard on Saturday and gave him the strongest commendation I
could muster. She thanked me for that and said she'd pass it along. I got some victuals and left.
I didn't intend to hit the chicken shack but on impulse dropped by the Jim Dandy to get some lunch.
So I walked in and they had quite a few folks dining inside, and I got some chicken to take home and
left without anybody reacting to my Ruger.
All in all, a pretty groovy day today.
Oh, and it is Monday! I love Mondays! I look forward to Mondays all week long.
Because Monday is garbage day! I go outside and drag the trash cans around to the curb, as an
air of festivity fills the air. I wave to neighbors who, in gaily colored pajamas or mumus also drag
their cans to the curb. It's sort of like a really trashy block party, but without polka music. This
morning was no different, and there was a feeling of jubilee in the air as neighbors turned out in
their finest lounge wear before the truck came through.
Ah, it's the simple things in life!
Blessings,
M-Taliesin