CajunBass
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I suppose the closest I ever came was when I was being fitted for a tux. Lady reaches around me with a tape measure, hits the Colt Commander on my side and asks "Now what in the world...OH...well, we'll just allow a little more for that." and went on about her business.
Virginia is pretty laid back about such things.
I told her not to worry about it. I would be wearing the tux in Wisconsin and wouldn't carrying up there anyway.
My wife was carrying a Bersa 22 in a cheap Uncle Mikes Holster stuck inside her waistband one day. She was at WalMart one day, leaned over, and the gun fell out, and went sliding down the aisle, and stopped at the feet of another shopper. Fellow looked down, then up at my wife and said "uhhhhh Lady...You droped your...gun?" She thanked him, picked it up, put back in the holster and went on.
We got her a better holster.
Virginia is pretty laid back about such things.
I told her not to worry about it. I would be wearing the tux in Wisconsin and wouldn't carrying up there anyway.
My wife was carrying a Bersa 22 in a cheap Uncle Mikes Holster stuck inside her waistband one day. She was at WalMart one day, leaned over, and the gun fell out, and went sliding down the aisle, and stopped at the feet of another shopper. Fellow looked down, then up at my wife and said "uhhhhh Lady...You droped your...gun?" She thanked him, picked it up, put back in the holster and went on.
We got her a better holster.
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