This is a simple blog from the mind of a simple guy who's rambling thoughts may, from time to time, need to spill over somewhere to keep "my cup from getting too full". Just remember, "You're riding a gravy train with biscuit wheels."
I was in a local gun store this week and had an interesting trip. I was at the end of the counter, closer to the back of the store than the front, and there were six or seven customers along the counter also. I had a salesman show me the new Diamond Back 9mm. While he was at it he laid out a Ruger LC9 and a Kel-Tec. As I was comparing them I saw a police officer come in. Now normally this isn't a big deal, but the counter guys didn't really greet him with enthusiasm, a "hello, officer", or "hey, Jimbo!". I found it a bit unusual, but went back to my shopping with my antennae partially up. As the cop walked down my way, another officer entered the store. Hmmmmm, I says. At this point I decide I should lay the gun down and put my hands in sight, on the counter, just to make sure the boys in blue didn't get nervous. Now my antennae are all the way up and I'm checking for exits in case something bad goes down(remember the color-coded threat awareness?) As cop #1 gets near me we exchange pleasantries and he passes me to talk to my salesman down at the far end of the counter. I also notice that the trusting fellow has left me to my own devices with $1500 in pocket pistols in front of me. Now...I can promise I've never seen that at a gun store. Also about this time the rest of the customers and I see cop #3 come in and block the front. Now, in my head I just gave the "Awwww, shi#". Just then cop #1 comes back past me to the customer closest to me and asks,"are you Mr. Smith(named changed to protect the alleged)?" He answers yes and they ask him to step outside to talk. He starts to put his hands in his pockets and I think,"baaadddd mistake, bubba." They quickly stop him and escort him out to only be arrested and carried off moments later. Another counter guy finally notices the pile of guns in front of the nice, unattended, good looking fellow(me) and ask '"can I help you?" I answer, "yep, as long as you don't send me to the pokey like that guy." Well, needless to say the whole place busted up and we all went back to drooling over the glass cases. Just goes to show how stuff can happen anywhere, even in a gun store with more than five employees toting some serious hoglegs. It was also nice to know that the observance machine in my brain still works and I can notice the little things that may save a life one day. Just one of those interesting moments that makes you think. Anyway, y'all keep up the good work and have a good 'un.