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Via WiscoDave
Well, I traveled from Greenville to RDU this weekend for church business; we had a called meeting of our presbytery in Raleigh this weekend, and since I never get to OC in South Carolina, I took the opportunity to OC every waking moment while in the great Tar Heel state. I open carried all over Raleigh and Durham with nary a sideways glance, including several restaurants and gas stations. I had a great interaction with two folks at the Comfort Inn on Glenwood Avenue. One employee (a young, nominally Muslim Pakistani gentleman) was interested in learning more about open carry, which morphed into a good conversation in which I was able to share the gospel with him. I also had a good interaction with a fellow guest at the hotel, and was able to point her toward OCDO. All in all, my stay in Durham was very pleasant, not least of which was due to the pleasant interactions with the folks there.
However, I had a very ironic interaction while passing through Charlotte:
I made it a point to stop and meet my parents for lunch in Pineville while I was passing through town, and after I left, I stopped at the QT on Woodlawn Road (right off I-77 where Woodlawn turns into Billy Graham Parkway) to gas up the Blue Bullet. This QT is in a somewhat sketchy part of town, so I was already on high alert when I pulled up to the pump. About the time I got the Bullet in park, I noticed three young men walking through the islands towards the store. One of the three was a younger white guy (about 6'1″, 175 lbs, and all tatted up) was shirtless, loud, high as a Georgia pine, and clearly acting aggressively. I took note of him, and strolled inside to pre-pay for my gas. Lo and behold, when I got inside, some yuppie soccer Mom type wear a “Moms Demand Action” t-shirt spotted me and the sidearm on my hip and immediately started ranting about how I was dangerous and scary, that my big, bad SigSauer made her nervous, how did she know I wasn't going to shoot everybody in the joint, etc. I did my best to ignore her, hit the latrine, and came back out and paid for my gas.
While I was walking to the door, I noticed the doped up potential troublemaker was waving his arms around, beating on his chest and flinching at people like he was going to throw a punch while yelling, “I'ma f* you up! Y'all don't want none!” and so on.
I walked out the door to head to the car, and when I did, the Mom's Demand nutjob approached from my right and quietly asked, “Would you walk me to my car?”
My response: “I'm sure that loud mouth of yours will keep you safe.”
The shocked look on her face was completely worth it.
OC: 1. Moms Demand: 0.