So last night I had a charming young lady over to the house. As we walked into my kitchen, I spied a handgun on the counter where I'd set it after work. I don't advertise such things with the locals here so I tried to be all slick as I grabbed a jacket that was lying across the counter and casually flipped it over onto the pistol.
Alas, I'd forgotten that the jacket was covering an AR-15 on the same damned counter.
Not smooth. Not smooth at all. Sigh.