ForeignDude
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OK, guys, this one you’re not gonna believe!
So, I head down to the courthouse to file for a resident concealed handgun permit (I got a non-resident permit). Since it’s illegal to carry inside a courthouse, I left my pistol and full spare magazine in the car. It’s a PITA to take off the mag carrier and leather holster, so I figure I’ll just leave them on the belt and wear my vest over that. No fuss, no muss: after all, it is not against the law to carry an empty mag carrier or an empty holster into a courthouse.
So, I go through the metal detector as I enter the courthouse. The rent-a-guard asks me to empty my pocket and take off my belt before going through the metal detector. Right away, I'm annoyed because it defeats the purpose of leaving the holster and carrier on the belt. Anyway, the rest of the conversation goes something like this:
Rent-A-Guard: “OK, OK, OK, eh, what is this?”
Me: “It’s a leather pistol holster.”
RAG: “Are you a police officer?”
Me: “No.”
RAG: “Why are you wearing this?”
Me: “I left my pistol in the car but kept the holster on my belt.”
RAG: “I don’t see why you are wearing this.”
Me: “I just told you.”
RAG: “Are you a police officer or military?”
Me: “I am military, but I don’t see how that is relevant.”
RAG: “Oh, you are military.”
Me: “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”
The guy then called to his “sergeant” in a loud voice, in a lobby area full of people, and holds up the holster: “Sergeant, he is carrying this, but he says he is not police.” The “sergeant” then asked him if the holster was empty, to which he replied that, yes, it was empty. The “sergeant” then told him to let me go on.
My wife was right behind me throughout all of this, and I could see that she was trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
After we moved on, we both started laughing. My thought was: only way I could hurt somebody with an empty holster is to chuck it at his head. Jeez....
The guard was African (maybe Kenyan or Nigerian), and had a heavy accent, although he spoke grammatically correct English. He was most likely a recent immigrant; maybe he wasn't used to seeing a humble peasant wearing the accessories of an armed citizen. On the other hand, you'd think his company would have trained him better, given the high proliferation of legally armed folks in the area.
So, I head down to the courthouse to file for a resident concealed handgun permit (I got a non-resident permit). Since it’s illegal to carry inside a courthouse, I left my pistol and full spare magazine in the car. It’s a PITA to take off the mag carrier and leather holster, so I figure I’ll just leave them on the belt and wear my vest over that. No fuss, no muss: after all, it is not against the law to carry an empty mag carrier or an empty holster into a courthouse.
So, I go through the metal detector as I enter the courthouse. The rent-a-guard asks me to empty my pocket and take off my belt before going through the metal detector. Right away, I'm annoyed because it defeats the purpose of leaving the holster and carrier on the belt. Anyway, the rest of the conversation goes something like this:
Rent-A-Guard: “OK, OK, OK, eh, what is this?”
Me: “It’s a leather pistol holster.”
RAG: “Are you a police officer?”
Me: “No.”
RAG: “Why are you wearing this?”
Me: “I left my pistol in the car but kept the holster on my belt.”
RAG: “I don’t see why you are wearing this.”
Me: “I just told you.”
RAG: “Are you a police officer or military?”
Me: “I am military, but I don’t see how that is relevant.”
RAG: “Oh, you are military.”
Me: “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”
The guy then called to his “sergeant” in a loud voice, in a lobby area full of people, and holds up the holster: “Sergeant, he is carrying this, but he says he is not police.” The “sergeant” then asked him if the holster was empty, to which he replied that, yes, it was empty. The “sergeant” then told him to let me go on.
My wife was right behind me throughout all of this, and I could see that she was trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
After we moved on, we both started laughing. My thought was: only way I could hurt somebody with an empty holster is to chuck it at his head. Jeez....
The guard was African (maybe Kenyan or Nigerian), and had a heavy accent, although he spoke grammatically correct English. He was most likely a recent immigrant; maybe he wasn't used to seeing a humble peasant wearing the accessories of an armed citizen. On the other hand, you'd think his company would have trained him better, given the high proliferation of legally armed folks in the area.
