I was in the San Fran last night. Had spent the day Christmas shopping, so my arms, along with my wife's arms were full of bags. Our 80 year old grandmother also came along for the shopping. Granny looks like any old lady walking down the street. Well dressed and manicured as seems to be norm for the older generation.
Only difference is this 4'8 Granny is also a multi-millionare, and unless you look closely at all the very expensive jewelry she wears, you would never know that. One of the reasons I got my CCW was the fact every time I went out with the Grandparents, I felt there was big target sign painted on their back.
All three of us were walking down a pretty long dark alley, as I parked 3 blocks away. Had to walk through the Mission district with all the bums and pimps/drug dealers hang out. Thank God for the G27 strapped to my side.
Two really dirty bums who had just walked past us all of sudden made a U-turn and started following us. My wife and I both spotted it and she whispers to me "you packing", "yep" I said as all three of us continued walking down the alley all while the Grandmother was yapping away about how when she was young she was so poor.....blah blah blah.
Anyways the bums were starting to following too closely, and I quietly turned around and slowely moved the side of my overcoat exposing the G27. The bums saw this, made another U-turn and quickly walked away.
We finally got back to the car. As we were driving home, the Granny was complaining how the roads were so full of holes, she could trip anytime.....blah blah blah. My wife was rightly yelling at me for not getting the car and forcing all of us to walk through an alley. Granny said there was nothing wrong walking through the alley, and the wife turns to Granny, and says "Jeez, your so oblivious that you didn't realize that we almost got killed in an alley". Granny turns to the wife and say, "but your husband was packing right? so whats to worry about?"
Damn floored my wife and I. I never told Granny in the year since getting my CCW that I sometimes carried a firearm. Other than the wife, no one in the family knows I carry.
Granny did know I was into firearms and very often went to practice but that was it. Made me gain a new respect for Granny's power of observation. Also made me realize, I'm never leaving "sunshine" at home in the holster if I'm going to be in the City.
