No But I actually fear it.
A number of years ago on the annual migration to Florida I made a pit stop at the first rest stop in Florida on 95. The LCP on a belt clip would slip off while sitting with pants down around ankles and so I removed it and laid it on top of the paper dispenser.
At home lying in bed. , just before dropping off I remembered the gun. Jumping out of bed I check the top of the dresser where I place it at night, no LCP.
Lord almighty I’ve forgotten it on top of that tissue dispenser in that stall. Following an hour or so of what to do, it’s a 300 mile journey, one way, to that
rest area, I decide to lay back down. What seemed like hours lying there with thoughts, call the state police, if it’s found and turned in the numbers can be traced to me, if some one uses it the numbers can be traced to me, write it off it’s a cheap pistol. Yadda yadda yadda. Just before drooping off again my mind recalls a memory of a muted thud.
Jumping out of bed I hit the floor and sweep my arm under the bed. There about 18 inches or so under the bed is the pistol. Needless to say I was one happily gun owner. If that pistol had lips I’d have kissed them.
In my defense I had driven 800 miles down I-95 that day and was silly tired. After that I put the pistol in my pocket when the pants came down. Later I sold it and replaced it with one that doesn’t have the clip. It just rides in the front pants pocket always.