Superlite27
Regular Member
imported post
This past Sunday, I open carried my XDM into Denny's to have breakfast. (As I often do on Sunday mornings)
Soon after entering the restaraunt on my way to the breakfast counter, I hear:
"EXCUSE ME! SIR?.......SIR?"
I turn and see a middle aged woman seated with her family, waving and yelling FROM ACROSS THE RESTARAUNT. I walk over to her table in order to keep any conversation a little more private instead of INCLUDING THE ENTIRE PLACE.
Me: "Yes, ma'am?"
Woman: "ARE YOU A POLICE OFFICER?" (still loud enough for the whole restaraunt)
Me: "No, ma'am." (I turn to walk away)
Woman: "THEN WHY ARE YOU CARRYING A GUN?"
(I figure everyone is now watching anyway, so I might as well make some good points)
Me: "I choose to take responsibility for my own safety instead of relying on someone who isn't even here. Plus, it's perfectly legal to carry a gun here."
Woman: "I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU NEED A GUN."
Me: "There are 12 people at Ft. Hood who didn't think they needed a gun either." (I turn to walk away)
Woman: (at my back) "THAT ISN'T FUNNY, YOU KNOW!"
I go to the counter and order my breakfast. I can still hear her talking in a loud manner across the room, but I ignore her. After I get my bacon and eggs (about ten minutes later) The woman approaches me where I am sitting, and leans close to whisper in my ear. (My situational awareness is in CONDITION ORANGE, Without being obvious, I keep my strong side elbow covering my pistol...I don't know what she's about to do!)
She whispers: "I'm a police detective, and I've been asking around. I've found out you really are a police officer."
Me: "Well, ma'am, everyone who works here knows I'm not, and anyone who doesn't work here doesn't know me."
She walks away.
The manager later approaches me and informs me that several customers have asked to be moved away from her table because she is disturbing them. (Evidently, I am not disturbing...SHE is.)
On Tuesday, I go back for breakfast again and the manager informs me she walked out after I left and wrote down my licence plate number.
Anyone else ever run into nut-jobs?
This past Sunday, I open carried my XDM into Denny's to have breakfast. (As I often do on Sunday mornings)
Soon after entering the restaraunt on my way to the breakfast counter, I hear:
"EXCUSE ME! SIR?.......SIR?"
I turn and see a middle aged woman seated with her family, waving and yelling FROM ACROSS THE RESTARAUNT. I walk over to her table in order to keep any conversation a little more private instead of INCLUDING THE ENTIRE PLACE.
Me: "Yes, ma'am?"
Woman: "ARE YOU A POLICE OFFICER?" (still loud enough for the whole restaraunt)
Me: "No, ma'am." (I turn to walk away)
Woman: "THEN WHY ARE YOU CARRYING A GUN?"
(I figure everyone is now watching anyway, so I might as well make some good points)
Me: "I choose to take responsibility for my own safety instead of relying on someone who isn't even here. Plus, it's perfectly legal to carry a gun here."
Woman: "I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU NEED A GUN."
Me: "There are 12 people at Ft. Hood who didn't think they needed a gun either." (I turn to walk away)
Woman: (at my back) "THAT ISN'T FUNNY, YOU KNOW!"
I go to the counter and order my breakfast. I can still hear her talking in a loud manner across the room, but I ignore her. After I get my bacon and eggs (about ten minutes later) The woman approaches me where I am sitting, and leans close to whisper in my ear. (My situational awareness is in CONDITION ORANGE, Without being obvious, I keep my strong side elbow covering my pistol...I don't know what she's about to do!)
She whispers: "I'm a police detective, and I've been asking around. I've found out you really are a police officer."
Me: "Well, ma'am, everyone who works here knows I'm not, and anyone who doesn't work here doesn't know me."
She walks away.
The manager later approaches me and informs me that several customers have asked to be moved away from her table because she is disturbing them. (Evidently, I am not disturbing...SHE is.)
On Tuesday, I go back for breakfast again and the manager informs me she walked out after I left and wrote down my licence plate number.
Anyone else ever run into nut-jobs?