Mastercard "Priceless" moment...
Before I launch into the MasterCard "Priceless" moment that occurred today some background is in order.
I had to give some "Big City"attorney a ride after the company I was with acquired a competitor down in Key West. Little did I know that she would end up my wife. When she asked if I'd be attending the "Western" themed acquisition party I said sure. Not one to miss an opportunity to walk around (on private property) open carrying I strapped on my tooled leather "Cowboy" rig and dropped in my unloaded 44-40 Colt SAA. So right off on our first "date" she saw what she was getting into, especially when asked "Is that real?" when it was discovered that the caterer had forgotten to bring mallets or nut crackers for the Stone Crab appetizer and I drew my Colt (the faint of heart may wish to skip this part) and for some unknown reason (testosterone probably) spun it, caught it by the barrel and used it to crack her stone crab claws :banghead:.
I mentioned during the small talk that I was excited about attending Mas Ayoob's LFI-II the following week and explained what that was all about. and how I had completed the NRA Security Firearms Instructor class the previous month. She mentioned that she had fired an Uzi when she was in Israel as a teenager but was basically a "New York City Liberal"...
I guess we both thought "I'll get them to change" somewhere in the back of our minds while in a state of emotional and hormonal overload.
We later married and it was on our first anniversary that I realized something was amiss. I was working for one of the major firearms distributors by then and I had bought her (in addition to the prerequisite jewelry, I'm not that dumb) a gold in layered & engraved Beretta 950 mouse gun. When she opened the box she recoiled like it had a live rattlesnake in it and I received the first "The Looks" of our marriage. At the time I had only brought up my 6" Colt Python to Miami with the others stored at my parents house. It seemed that she could not comprehend why anyone would ever need more than one gun in a household so I must be crazy to think she would want a 2nd in the apartment.
When married to a lawyer the marriage vow "Until Death Do You Part" takes on a whole new meaning (and somehow the "Obey" part got left out...)
Fast forward 24 years of marriage. I am allowed multiple firearms under the condition that they are stored in the gun safe located in my garage workshop. We still have a different definition as to the meaning of a gun being carelessly left about. Especially since I had thoroughly "Gunproofed" our children at around 5 years of age, they're now 17 and 18. It came up at a counseling session that the 1911 I have on top of the wall unit next to the front door, the 624 Velcroed to the back of the box spring in our bedroom and the shotgun in my meagerly allotted portion of "our" closet were left carelessly lying around the house. It was decided that we would ask the Rabbi what his views on guns in the house and CCW were.
We attend Chabad, a Hasidic sect (very orthodox, what I call the "Black Hats" who wear long black coat and black fedoras and very observant of the "rules" of Judaism). There are levels of observance, I wear regular clothes and some attend services very casually dressed. A few weeks I thought I saw one of the Black Hats "printing" and casually "bumped" into him at the end of services and with felt confirmation I said "Carrying?" and he winked and said "I'm a 1911 kinda guy and have a double mag carrier on the other side" and found out that several others also carried at services.
So today after services we "Asked the Rabbi" about firearms in the household. My wife grinned when he replied that he did not have a gun in his house but then he elaborated that it was only because they had so many small children that held him back. This was the start of about a half hour discussion which ended with me promising that I would bring the Rabbi to the range the next time we brought the NFA's for a day of rock & roll, He was grinning ear to ear while my wife had the "Other" look on her face and the only thing she would say on the matter was "You guy's are all alike..."
Priceless
Sorry about running at the mouth here but I just had to share that. Let's see if she brings it up at our next session, I'm not, discretion is the better part of valor