WayneConrad
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Some days are just good.
All I wanted to do is put up my feet, but sweetie was bored so off we went. First to the hardware store to get a masonry bit to mount my new Gadsden flag, and then to the Walmart at Bell and 59th Avenue for odds and ends.
A Walmart employee once told me that they didn't allow open carry, and I once saw a copy of a letter from Walmart corporate that seemed to hint that they prefer concealed carry. And so that's how I carried there, until tonight. I didn't have my concealment holster on, and in a what-the-heck moment decided to carry openly.
Not a hint of trouble with open carry there, but that's not why it was such a good day. When we made our way to the ammo counter, one of the employees asked if I needed a license to carry. That lead to a very pleasant conversation about open and concealed carry in Arizona, CCW classes, legalities, and so-forth. The employee wants her husband to be armed--they're having trouble with drug users on their street, and she knows how long it takes the police to get there. My sweetie let on that she carries ("she should know that you don't have to depend on a boy for protection," she told me later). Sweete told the employee about the Annie Oaklies, a great ladies-only group for learning about and enjoying shooting. We left her some names and phone numbers to get her started.
This pistol on my hip is just annoying most of the time. But every now and then, it's a real pleasure.
All I wanted to do is put up my feet, but sweetie was bored so off we went. First to the hardware store to get a masonry bit to mount my new Gadsden flag, and then to the Walmart at Bell and 59th Avenue for odds and ends.
A Walmart employee once told me that they didn't allow open carry, and I once saw a copy of a letter from Walmart corporate that seemed to hint that they prefer concealed carry. And so that's how I carried there, until tonight. I didn't have my concealment holster on, and in a what-the-heck moment decided to carry openly.
Not a hint of trouble with open carry there, but that's not why it was such a good day. When we made our way to the ammo counter, one of the employees asked if I needed a license to carry. That lead to a very pleasant conversation about open and concealed carry in Arizona, CCW classes, legalities, and so-forth. The employee wants her husband to be armed--they're having trouble with drug users on their street, and she knows how long it takes the police to get there. My sweetie let on that she carries ("she should know that you don't have to depend on a boy for protection," she told me later). Sweete told the employee about the Annie Oaklies, a great ladies-only group for learning about and enjoying shooting. We left her some names and phone numbers to get her started.
This pistol on my hip is just annoying most of the time. But every now and then, it's a real pleasure.
