So I'm in at the doctor's office, and the nurse decides that she needs my weight.
I step up on the scale, and she says "I almost forgot...take everything out of your pockets so we can get an accurate weight."
"Everything?" I ask.
"Everything that's not you other than your clothes," she replies. "You can put your things on that tray table."
I shrug and begin emptying my pockets of "things not me" and placing them on the tray: Wallet, phone, keys, folding knife, Browning Hi-Power, spare magazine for Hi-Power, Smith and Wesson J-Frame revolver, spare speed strip for revolver...oh--and my eyeglasses. Got to get it all, right? I even pulled off my belt and the Hi-Power holster.
The nurse's eyes got big and she took a step back as I began setting pistols on her tray, but then the doctor walked past and without even breaking stride, he said: "All right, a Hi-Power! Nice."
Living in West Virginia, I may be surrounded by banjo-picking, cousin-dating, Democrat-electing rednecks but at least my doctor has the right perspective on firearms.