Most embarrassing CCW moment

[KI4LIV]

I'm posting my most embarrassing CCW moment, hoping that others will post theirs.

Please - no made-up stories, or those that you heard of 2nd/3rd/4th hand!!

My story takes place last weekend.

I've been carrying (legally of course!) since about the middle of last year. I carry a Taurus PT-111 Mil Pro 9mm in an Uncle-Mike's #16 IWB holster. I wear it all the time and don't even realize that it's there, except for when I would have to reach for it!

I spent the day Saturday with my girlfriend and my 9 year old daughter. We went shopping, had lunch at the local all-you-can-eat Chinese joint, some more shopping for this, that and the other, and then went over to mall to catch a movie.

While waiting in line at the theater, I realized why I stopped eating General Tso's chicken several years ago... Those little red peppers burn even worse when they are ready to/in process of coming out....

I had to RUN to the restroom in the mall, and in true panicked fashion, un-fastened my belt on the way into the door, found a vacant stall, and was unbuttoned, unzipped, in the stall and pants around ankles in 2 seconds flat....

When in process of doing my business, amidst all the agony of the peppers, I hear a voice from the next stall say "Nice piece.... you got a permit for that thing?" ... and immediately after, saw a badge wallet held under the divider w/ a 5 point star in it......

Well - if I had not already been there doing my business, I would have needed to of been there when that happened...

I grabbed my wallet out of my breast pocket in my jacket, and held down my permit. He told me to stick around , that he needed to see my DL to go along with it...

We both finished our "duty" and stepped out to wash up..

Low and behold, it was someone I hadn't seen since high school... We stepped outside and caught up a little...

But anyhow, had that have been someone other than a cool headed deputy,
it could have caused quite the stir...If it were some elderly person, how were they to know that I wasn't some gun toting punk looking for trouble - give the old guy a heart attack! Usually I would pull the holster out and put it either on the top of the TP holder, or hold onto it..



Anyways - anyone else with an embarrassing story they are willing to share?

 

[fattsgalore]

Something like that.

This is before legality comes into play (We were young and filled with piss and vinegar) maybe 18 or 19. I'm 23 now and a law-ish abiding citizen.

I'm talking to a friends mom, he's behind her doing something. I don't recall exactly. He bends over to pick something up and poop.
His piece drops out his waist band and skids across the tile floor next to her feet. Every little noise is amplified by the tile.

It was one of those "Oh sh*t moments!" He jumps into action dives for the piece (a little Taurus 25) and stuffs it into his pants pocket.

Mean while I'm trying to keep a straight face and divert my eyes which really wasn't working while my mouth was wide open.
She's ends up getting pissed and yells at the both of us for screwing around. If she only knew the truth she'd of been extra pissed.


PS The reason you haven't gotten much response is that these types of stories extend out of the reach of legality.
But tell them what i normally say.
If i want legal advice, I'll talk to my normally over priced attorney. Not Joe smoe over the internet. Good day sir!

 

[rockstar.esq]

As originally posted CCW beginner stories - Humor please!

I was trying on a pair of jeans at the store. I carefully tucked my .44Spl snubbie in my rolled up jeans. When I went to put my pants back on, the snubbie slid down the inside of my pant leg hitting the metal bench and clattering on the ceramic floor of the dressing room. I deftly covered my mistake with a fair to moderately loud fart...

That sort of excitement isn't too good for digestion! Thankfully the snubbie never actually fell outside of my pants so retrieval was painless. The looks I got when I opened the door were not.

Another smooth day as an international man of mystery to say the least.

 

[Donut]

Is there anything that well-timed (and well-executed) flatulence can't solve?

 

[jcramin]

It was ONLY a fart ..... right ?

 

[Geno]

A Bit Over-board

I actually don't see the humor of it. You showed the deputy the I.D. Proof that you were legal. Just my opinion.

 

[19-3Ben]

here you go. I nearly fell off my chair reading these a few months back.

http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=232457

 

[phantom_890]

Back when I first started carrying I would just shove my Taurus PT-945 in the small of my back well one day at blockbuster the damn thing fell down my pants all the way down my pant leg to the floor suffice to say I looked around and quickly shoved it back in my waistband. I promptly went out and bought a holster the next day.

 

[82Magnum]

I'm from Wisconsin

Look up our carry laws. Pretty embarrassing, huh. Thinking of crossing the drink to Minnesota. I know, I know...write my Congressman. Okay, but after that, I'm heading West.

 

[V-fib]

A few years ago I was walking down an isle in Wal-Mart when unexpectedly my HKS speedloader that I had in my smartcarry worked itself out (I had the smartcarry at belt level instead of the usual way its designed to be worn). It fell to the floor but stayed intact. I quickly picked it up and shoved it in my pocket, looked around and luckily there were no observers.

 

[Glockfan.45]

Sadly I had to move back to Illinois for the wife to finish her education, but 2 years ago I was living in Minnesota and obtained a permit while there. One day while out with my wife shopping and browsing through a music store I leaned over one of those tables with bins full of CDs to reach for a CD out of a back bin and my Glock 21 fell right out of my shoulder rig and landed with a thud into a partialy empty bin. Everybody in the place stopped and looked at me for a moment while I pretended not to notice. Once I thought to coast was clear I quickly snatched up the Glock and reholstered it. When I was done shopping I paid for the few CDs I had picked up and headed towards the door. Just after I step out a pair of mall ninjas come up behind me and one of them asked me if I would come with him. I asked what the problem was and he told me the clerk in the store saw me shove something into my jacket and placed a call to security. My first reflex was to blurt out "no I just dropped my gun", but I quickly stopped myself from that blunder and leaned over quietly explaining to him that I had a permited CCW and it slid out of my holster. After pulling back my jacket to show him he apologized for the bother and on my way I went.

 

[PILMAN]

LOL at the fart.

I don't have a CCW permit yet, I'm thinking of applying for one. My mother thinks it's nuts for anyone to carry so I still have some convincing to do. Once I get one, i'll be sure to get some storys.

What kind of holster should I get for a fullsize USP .45?

 

[MD_Willington]

None so far, hope to keep it that way too!

 

[tnieto2004]

I actually don't see the humor of it. You showed the deputy the I.D. Proof that you were legal. Just my opinion.

Whats not funny about a embarrassing bathroom story .. i thought it was hilarious ..

 

[rockstar.esq]

jcramin: There was no "containment breach" to worry about!

Donut: Truly flatulence is amazing for it's many applications!

 

[ZeSpectre]

Wasn't particularly embarassing for me, but sure was for the other guy...
(repost from here )

I'd finished eating lunch in a resturant and was in a stall in the mens room when somebody else walks into the next stall to do their business.

Suddenly I hear a solid "clunk" and a friendly little pistol slides on over to snuggle up against my foot.

I hear a quiet curse and then a really embarassed voice saying "hey buddy, could you slide that back over here, it's okay I'm authorized to have it" and I see secret service credentials being held out under the partition. (Oh, keep in mind we're in a resturant in Washington DC).

So I slide it back.

You could just feel the embarassment radiating from the other stall as he mumbles "Thanks" to me.

Jeez I love this town

 

[happy old sailor]

that day i got uncomfortable when i realized i wasn't packing, but my percieved threats continued on by like on a mission. at first glance i thought i might be that mission

 

[Okiecruffler]

A few weeks ago I stopped by work to pick up my check. I was wearing an old pair of slacks that were abit tight to begin with, but tucking a 1911 in an IWB holster into them made them just almost uncomfortable. So I'm walking by the day surgery waiting room in front of about 2 dozen people when I sneeze. The sneeze sent the button flying off the slacks. Problem is, I'm built like Hank Hill, no butt. So between the lack of a butt shelf to hold them, and the weight of a fully loaded 1911 and a couple of extra mags pulling on them, my pants fell to my ankles. I quickly pulled them up and held on tight as I walked quickly to my car. As I got outside I heard on of the doctors behind me say, "nice piece." I hope he was talking about my gun.

 

[Caimlas]

I could've sworn I've posted this a couple times before (here, even), but... here we go:

I was out shopping for clothes with the wife and 3-year-old son, my wife having insisted that I needed new clothes or some such shtick and she was insisting that I don't buy something she thought was ugly/didn't match. Whatever. At any rate, we'd been shopping for an hour, and she'd wandered off to try on a blouse or something else she found that was cute, leaving me to try on my clothes and watch the kiddo. So I'm hungry, and I'm doing requisite shopping for clothes in a crowded store the week before Christmas. Oh, didn't I mention that? Yeah, Christmas: lots of people! All three of these things contributed to me being a bit sour.

I should also note that this was a bit of a 'discount' (hah!) store, where they carry a lot of inexpensive knock-off styles, complete with pre-worn pants, further leading to both my frustration and the high incidence of people who dress like 'bangers' and the associated minority groups. So quite a few unsavory and unfriendly people (myself included ).

So I go into the changing room, and I do as I normally do when I've got to drop my pants while carrying (at least during the winter): I put my holstered pistol (clip-on holster) in my front buttonable pocket on my Filson wool jacket (it's a square pocket). I then hang up the jacket on the stall hook, if there is one (or find somewhere else to put my pistol if there isn't - in this case there was).

I try on half a dozen different pairs of pants which are either too big or cut so tight in the crotch I'd lose a couple octaves of vocal range and can some more on the other side of the musical scale. I'm wearing heavy clothing in general, and I'm moving around in a 3'x4' cube pulling on and off clothes, with a 3-year-old at my feet. Then my son says, urgently, that he has to pee. Well, he hasn't figured out quite yet that he's got to give us a little forewarning about such things while we're out and about, so I've got to quickly pull my ass back on and get him to the bathroom ASAP or he'll wet himself.

So grab my jacket, and throw it back on, and bring him to the bathroom. At this point I'm pretty distracted and grouchy. We get out of the bathroom, and I put him back in the cart and start pushing him around while I try and find my other half - who is at this point likely burried under a full cart of new bras, blouses, and pretty socks. But I digress.

It was then that I noticed that my pistol, holter and all, was quite visible, partially hanging out of my jacket pocket, clipped to the pocket material with the clip outside the pocket. The flap had somehow become tucked between the pistol and the inside of the jacket and, since the jacket is charcoal black and the pistol is stainless, the pistol was quite visible to anyone who looked. I freaked out for half a second (I'm paranoid - even though I've open carried in the past) before I ducked behind a display rack of womens' underear and quickly tucked it into my belt.

Ok, not such a climatic or embarassing story (particularly since South Dakota allows open carry with a permit), but the fun is in the telling, right?

 

[jaysouth]

On my day off, I had a court appearance (somehow I never had a court case while I was on duty). After court, I went to a local gin mill and had lunch and a couple of drinks. I was sitting on a bar stool having lunch when a 1911A1, cocked and locked, carried mexican style popped out of my waistband. It went skittering across the floor and came to rest under a booth occupied by two uniforms from the local precinct.

I hastened to the booth, went down on my knees and grabbed for the peice. One of the guys plants his foot on my hand and says "who the f**k are you?"
I said "number 9(my precinct)". I showed him my creds and got the gun back in my waistband. I finished lunch and hurried home to crash for a 1500 roll call.
I should have stuck around, the service got better after that.

 

[Janos Dracwlya]

This happened to me back in 2002. I had had my permit for about five and a half years. I had also been using the fanny pack I was wearing for that long and the belt (and also the velcro) were wearing out. The worn belt caused it to sag making its weight noticeable.

My wife and a friend and I walked into the McDonalds on Bardstown Road in Louisville, KY (just around the corner from the Great Escape record and comic shop). They were headed for the counter and I was headed for the men's room. There was a police officer sitting less than ten feet from the men's room door, and I knew from the moment he saw me that he could tell I was carrying just by the way he looked at me.

As I got near the men's room door (and his table), he addressed me and asked me politely if I was carrying a weapon. I politely replied that I was. He asked me what kind and I told him it was a handgun. He then asked if I had a permit. I told him that I did. He naturally asked to see it. I very slowly reached into my pocket for my wallet with him sitting there with his hand on his sidearm (I could even hear the thumbreak snap pop open). I handed him my wallet and permit and he looked them over. After a few seconds, his manner changed completely, and he handed me back my wallet and thanked me.

I put away my wallet and permit and went into the bathroom.

When I came back out, he stopped me and asked me what I carried, and we then had a ten minute conversation about guns, shooting sports and concealed carry. He got a call and left at that point. I turned around to notice three Latino gentlemen sittling at a nearby table staring bug-eyed at me.

 

[Steelharp]

Well... there WAS the time my BHP Practical hit the pavement at the local Wal-Mart... and my foot kicked it... they really slide farther than I imagined they could...

 

[aaronrkelly]

I have got a very humors gun story......

My son was only 3ish.....so naturally when the wee guy goes to the bathroom you go with him.

So we are in the local Wal-Mart and he decides its potty time.

We go into the Mens room and select a stall.......this place was pretty busy, there were plenty of other people in there.

We go in to do our business and I unholster my gun and set it on the back of the toilet. This particular fine piece of porcelin was the tankless variety....so I just set my pistola on the little flat part on the back where the pipe comes out.

I start doing my business and my son must have thought my aim wasnt quite up to par.......just as I get underway he lets out:

DONT PEE ON YOUR GUN DADDY!!!!!

Wow.....there is no way that anybody missed that.

I was hoping I could atleast get finished before security kicked the door in. My concerns were unfouned though, either I was urinating in the company of 8 completely deaf individuals or nobody cared.

Either way I took a little bit of time to let my son know that my gun was our business only...........and that pee wont really hurt a gun anyways.

 

[KONY]

Either way I took a little bit of time to let my son know that my gun was our business only...........and that pee wont really hurt a gun anyways.

Fact: Every major LEO department has every officer pee on each pistol they test for duty carry. Pee Happens!

 

[bill larry]

About seven or eight years ago, I had a part time job in my dads office at a driving school he owned. One of the instructors carried legally all the time, he carried a 1911 in the small of his back and always wore an open vest to cover it. We all knew, and the fact that my father is a big gun nut also made it a non-issue for all of us.

Well, on this day, Pete came walking in from the parking lot with his three student drivers in tow, and I could already tell something was up, because of the looks on their faces.

Pete came in and bent over my desk, back still towards the students and started filling out paperwork. Everyone in the office was dead silent and bug eyed. I already knew without even looking.

Pete's kinda hard of hearing, so it took me saying, "Pete, your printing" three times before he got it. The look on his face when he finally "got" it...OMG!

Sure enough, his vest had gotten pulled up and tucked between his shirt and the gun. I'm sure the kids had an interesting story to tell their parents that night!