The other day, while traveling for the holidays, I was in a roadside rest area with my father when I noticed a rather obese guy who was carrying a "concealed" pistol beneath his shirt. Now I probably would not have noticed it had I not been looking for the tell-tale outline of his pistol, but I was motivated to look him over more carefully after observing that he was wearing a "Heckler and Koch" hat. That hat made me reflexively look for the pistol outline on his waist and sure enough--there it was on his left side. Moral of the story: if you're trying to conceal the fact that you are carrying a gun, don't advertise it by wearing gun company logos or other items which might suggest that you are into guns. Yes, I'm one of the good guys, but bad guys can figure it out too and the bad guy that does figure it out might just decide that he's got to drop you from behind before he commits the robbery or other crime that he was planning to commit just before he saw you. Smarten up, gun owners.
And speaking of carrying guns, I had mine on when I went into the 7-11 the other day to get my daily papers and a cup of coffee (24 oz, half-and-half French Roast and 7-11 exclusive Blend).The only person ahead of me in line happened to be this woman who was apparently grocery shopping for her family of eight for a whole month. She had a ton of stuff and it took the lone counter woman a while to ring it all up while I and others waited in line behind her. But then, after the items were bagged and the total run up, the lady says that she wants some lottery tickets. And then she proceeds to direct the counter woman to hand-pick the different cards that she wants--she can't just take five of one type but has to have one of each off five different rolls. Then she gets told that she can't pay for the tickets with her debit card, so she swipes for the groceries then digs out cash for the lottery tickets while we keep waiting. Then, just as we think she's going away, she asks for a pack of cigarettes. Marlboro. In the box, of course. The counter woman first hands her a pack in the regular cigarette pack because they don't have any boxed Marlboros at the counter, but the lady insists on boxed cigarettes so the counter woman goes into the back of the store to get her one box of cigarettes. The line behind me is at almost a dozen other shoppers by now. I was contemplating drawing my pistol and whacking the lady over the head with it for being such an insensitive clod by the time that the counter girl came back. And of course then the lady wants to use her debit card again. Grrrr... This is the sort of thing that would tempt the Pope to bitch-slap a nun.
But at least someone wound up happy today. I got the craving for chicken and rice today so I cooked up a pan. After an hour and a half of baking, the whole lair smelled of chicken. I was famished as I took it out of the oven and unwrapped the tin foil from the pan. Lagniappe was watching me from the kitchen doorway because he's not allowed in the kitchen when I'm eating. Suddenly one of the three pieces of chicken stuck to the foil as I lifted it away from the pan and it fell towards the floor. I grabbed for it but it had baked so nicely that it just fell apart as I tried to catch it and most all of it wound up on the floor. Lagniappe just looked at the chicken like a kid contemplating the presents on Christmas morning. "Bon Apetit, dog" I said, allowing him to rush in and devour the morsel. My dinner was more rice than chicken tonight but Lagniappe is still giving me those "I love you" looks from his little rug in the corner.
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