Drew my gun at the doctor's office today ...
Today I was at the doctor's office getting a med change for the asthma (I hate spring). Doc asked what my asthma triggers were. I answered, "Dust, mold, cigarette smoke, some perfumes -- oh, and I've been doing a lot of shooting and I'm pretty sure the gun smoke is setting it off too. Um, don't put that in your notes." Doc laughed, went on with questions.
When done talking medical stuff, doc said, "Now tell me about your shooting. What kind of shooting do you do? You been at it very long?"
I answered, "Handguns, self defense kind of stuff." Talked for a few minutes about the local gun school and the free classes they are offering that I've been helping with.
At one point, doc said, "So how'd you get interested in handguns and self defense?"
"That's a long story, but basically, when we moved out here to the middle of nowhere and my husband was working evenings and late nights, I figured it'd be awhile before the cops showed up if I had to call 911. Thought about getting a shotgun, but -- you've met my boys! -- a loaded shotgun in the back room is dangerous, and if it's not loaded --"
"--it's useless if it's not loaded. Takes too long to get to."
"Exactly. So I got a handgun and keep it on me all the time. No chance the kids can get at it, and I can get at it if I need to."
"All the time?" Doc's eyebrows shot up suddenly. "Here??" This one was a visual, folks -- every woman has seen a guy's eyeballs wobble a time or two. Poor doc ran his eyes up and down my outfit, looking for the gun. Didn't spot it, since it was stashed under my jacket in the chair next to me. Was funny to watch him look though.
Anyway, he asked very nicely if he could see what I carry, so I got it out and showed it to him.
Turns out the doc is looking for a carry gun of his own.
pax
The wise individual doesn't get too attached to any of life's pleasures, knowing that wonderful science is hard at work proving it's bad for him. -- Bill Vaughan
Today I was at the doctor's office getting a med change for the asthma (I hate spring). Doc asked what my asthma triggers were. I answered, "Dust, mold, cigarette smoke, some perfumes -- oh, and I've been doing a lot of shooting and I'm pretty sure the gun smoke is setting it off too. Um, don't put that in your notes." Doc laughed, went on with questions.
When done talking medical stuff, doc said, "Now tell me about your shooting. What kind of shooting do you do? You been at it very long?"
I answered, "Handguns, self defense kind of stuff." Talked for a few minutes about the local gun school and the free classes they are offering that I've been helping with.
At one point, doc said, "So how'd you get interested in handguns and self defense?"
"That's a long story, but basically, when we moved out here to the middle of nowhere and my husband was working evenings and late nights, I figured it'd be awhile before the cops showed up if I had to call 911. Thought about getting a shotgun, but -- you've met my boys! -- a loaded shotgun in the back room is dangerous, and if it's not loaded --"
"--it's useless if it's not loaded. Takes too long to get to."
"Exactly. So I got a handgun and keep it on me all the time. No chance the kids can get at it, and I can get at it if I need to."
"All the time?" Doc's eyebrows shot up suddenly. "Here??" This one was a visual, folks -- every woman has seen a guy's eyeballs wobble a time or two. Poor doc ran his eyes up and down my outfit, looking for the gun. Didn't spot it, since it was stashed under my jacket in the chair next to me. Was funny to watch him look though.
Anyway, he asked very nicely if he could see what I carry, so I got it out and showed it to him.
Turns out the doc is looking for a carry gun of his own.
pax
The wise individual doesn't get too attached to any of life's pleasures, knowing that wonderful science is hard at work proving it's bad for him. -- Bill Vaughan
