I had a very nice looking young lady come up and hug me from behind on one occasion and she definitely felt the 1911 on my hip and the spare magazines on the left and the revolver just to the left of my spine, seem's she mistook me for her significant other from behind in the crowd at the bus depot, according to my SO, from behind we looked pretty similar short hair cut same general build and style of clothes.
After the moment of embarrassment, she produced her police ID and asked if I had a permit to carry, I produced mine and after a brief chat and profuse apologies on her part, we met up with our SO's and were on our way.
An embarrassing event for another, was the time I ducked into a public washroom, to wash off my hands after somehow coming into contact with some grease within the mall and was walking towards the sink, when I heard a curse and a metallic clatter and a Berretta 92S came sliding out from beneath a stall and thumped into my boot, the silence in the men's room was deafening as everyone was looking at the pistol, same as I was. Bending slightly, I could see a polished pair of boots and brown pants under the door and then a clearing of a throat was heard and the party in question asked if I could slide the gun back to him as he displayed his credentials under the door, so I picked up the pistol and set it down near the door and with my boot shoved it underneath, received an embarrassed sounding thank you and went about my business.
The other time I entered a stall and closing the door, found a duty belt fully equipped hanging from the hook on the back of the door...I can see maybe/possibly forgetting an unholstered or maybe in a paddle holster pistol on a tank top, but a duty belt with cuff's,gun, radio, taser, mace and a collapsible baton
Moments later the door to the washroom was pushed open and in rushed a female police officer....for a second I thought I was in the wrong restroom (been there done that, more than once) and she went right to the stall, where apparently "her" gear was and looked extremely embarrassed and relieved at the same time, she did turn a becoming shade of red when I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, mumbled something inane and scooted out the door as I held it open for her, making a point of looking at the sign on the door, yep it was the men's room, her fellow officers standing at the register were all looking at the ceiling as if the meaning of life was engraved upon it in gold letters, then someone chuckled and that was it, the howls could be heard for miles around, I imagine she was not let to forget that for sometime.