My mom works as an RN at the local hospital part-time and isn't home when I get home from school, since she goes to work at two. She carries there, but uses a different piece than usual. She usually leaves me her Glock in her fanny pack, so it looks like nothing out of the ordinary, in an certain place (can't be too safe). She doesn't have a problem with me taking the fanny pack and putting it next to the computer, where I play games and stuff. After my stepdad gets home, I put the fanny pack back where I got it from. So far, no problems with this system.
I came home from school today, and I go to pick up the fanny pack. It feels about 27.5 ounces lighter than usual, so I unzip it a bit and find that I am armed with one spare mag. Handy, huh?
I decide that I'm not going to be unarmed. I remember my mom telling me that she keeps my 686 in her room, hot, in a holster, just in case I need to use it sometime. I go up and get it from her closet. I check and make sure it is loaded, while practicing the safety rules, then replace it in the holster. I go downstairs and start to play on the computer.
Two hours later my stepdad comes home, and I explain the situation to him, while handing him the holstered revolver. I tell him that, yes, I did have a reason for going in his closet. He still seems pretty angry. I can understand why he would be. I can't emphasize enough that I was in their room for less than 30 seconds. I went in, got the gun, and checked it, then left the room. You would think from the tone of his voice that I was raiding the room, looking for any dirt on them I could get on them.
You would think I would get a little more sympathy from the people who taught me the basics of self-defense. A gun in a closet on another floor is a lot different in usefulness than a gun at arms length. It's amazing how I have pretty much no right to privacy, whereas one thirty-second visit can be a travesty to them. How would you handle explaining all this to them?
I came home from school today, and I go to pick up the fanny pack. It feels about 27.5 ounces lighter than usual, so I unzip it a bit and find that I am armed with one spare mag. Handy, huh?
I decide that I'm not going to be unarmed. I remember my mom telling me that she keeps my 686 in her room, hot, in a holster, just in case I need to use it sometime. I go up and get it from her closet. I check and make sure it is loaded, while practicing the safety rules, then replace it in the holster. I go downstairs and start to play on the computer.
Two hours later my stepdad comes home, and I explain the situation to him, while handing him the holstered revolver. I tell him that, yes, I did have a reason for going in his closet. He still seems pretty angry. I can understand why he would be. I can't emphasize enough that I was in their room for less than 30 seconds. I went in, got the gun, and checked it, then left the room. You would think from the tone of his voice that I was raiding the room, looking for any dirt on them I could get on them.
You would think I would get a little more sympathy from the people who taught me the basics of self-defense. A gun in a closet on another floor is a lot different in usefulness than a gun at arms length. It's amazing how I have pretty much no right to privacy, whereas one thirty-second visit can be a travesty to them. How would you handle explaining all this to them?
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He said to ask for one for Christmas, so that's gonna be near the top of my list!
