wylde007
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A group of my wife's schoolteacher friends/teammates met up last night at this hole-in-the-wall on Diamond Springs Road for Happy Hour.
I got off work, got the motorcycle and rode out there to meet them and spend some time with the missus.
I was in the place for about 15 or 20 minutes and was halfway through a Yuengling and plate of potato skins (mediocre, at best) when a member of the staff approached me and asked me to step aside with her.
She said "Sir, the owner does not allow guns in here, I'm going to have to ask you to please put it in your car."
Of course we all know the drill, everyone has seen me carrying, not safe to leave a weapon in a car and... wait, what's that? I rode a motorcycle. Where, pray-tell, should I lock up my sidearm?
I finished the potato skin I had started eating, quaffed the last of my pint, kissed my wife and wished the rest of the group well. I learned later that several of them protested ("That's bulls***") while a few others asked my wife if I was a cop. I just got on my bike and rode home.
Turns out she did me a favor. When I got to Independence and V.B. Blvd the bottom fell out. I had to ride the last 8-10 minutes in the pouring rain... I have been BAPTIZED (first ride in the rain)... anyhow, it rained for a good hour.
So, "Secrets" in Virginia Beach = gun-unfriendly.
Also, the school resource officer (sworn V.B. law-enforcement) was there and told my wife he thought it was illegal for me to have the gun on me. Another "cop" who doesn't know the law. Imagine that.
A group of my wife's schoolteacher friends/teammates met up last night at this hole-in-the-wall on Diamond Springs Road for Happy Hour.
I got off work, got the motorcycle and rode out there to meet them and spend some time with the missus.
I was in the place for about 15 or 20 minutes and was halfway through a Yuengling and plate of potato skins (mediocre, at best) when a member of the staff approached me and asked me to step aside with her.
She said "Sir, the owner does not allow guns in here, I'm going to have to ask you to please put it in your car."
Of course we all know the drill, everyone has seen me carrying, not safe to leave a weapon in a car and... wait, what's that? I rode a motorcycle. Where, pray-tell, should I lock up my sidearm?
I finished the potato skin I had started eating, quaffed the last of my pint, kissed my wife and wished the rest of the group well. I learned later that several of them protested ("That's bulls***") while a few others asked my wife if I was a cop. I just got on my bike and rode home.
Turns out she did me a favor. When I got to Independence and V.B. Blvd the bottom fell out. I had to ride the last 8-10 minutes in the pouring rain... I have been BAPTIZED (first ride in the rain)... anyhow, it rained for a good hour.
So, "Secrets" in Virginia Beach = gun-unfriendly.
Also, the school resource officer (sworn V.B. law-enforcement) was there and told my wife he thought it was illegal for me to have the gun on me. Another "cop" who doesn't know the law. Imagine that.