same thing with me this am.
On my way hunting this morning, I stopped to get a cup of coffee to stave off the "hammer gnomes". The convenience store has gone way upscale. Fifteen or so pots of coffee, but not one of them says "normal".
During the course of deciding which cup of joe I need, a handsome woman approaches and starts to chat me up. She noticed that I was a hunter. I guess it had something to do with the head to toe camoflage.
She mentioned, more than once, that she was a widow.
I went to the register to pay for my coffee. I have no time for older hotties when the 'rut' is on!
While fishing my wallet out to pay for the $1.05 cup of coffee, I was aware of the other hottie who kept checking out my 'fanny'.
Now, I'll be the first to admit, for a 36 y/o chubby guy...I have a nice keister...flat, smooth and wide, just how blind, fat chicks like 'em.
That lady finally noticed my holstered pistol just in front of my 'shiny, metal a$$"! After a triple take, she realized what she was seeing. She smiled and walked out, leaving me with my new admirer.
I thought I would have to pistol whip the widow to escape, and was glad to have that option available.
But as it were, a little conversation, and I needed my pistol for neither homicide nor suicide.