Recently, I was helping an elderly friend of the family move from one apartment to another. Being one of the 'strapping young folk', I was enlisted to haul furniture. As the afternoon warmed, I shed my light sleeveless over blouse, revealing the grip of my carry piece on my belt. Open carry doesn't require a permit in that state and I am licensed for concealed there so I wasn't particularly worried.
We made a number of trips up and down the elevator of the facility without anyone noticing or commenting, very much as I had expected. Late in the afternoon, we were hauling a large bureau to the truck. At the elevator stop, the women ahead of us insisted that we could all cram into the vehicle. After a couple minutes protest, we furniture movers finally gave in and crowded into the car. We were about half way down the ride when the insistent lady decided to turn her attention to us. First words:
"Oh, are you expecting trouble?" with a slight nervous titter.
I'll be honest, it took me a half a moment to figure out what she was saying. Then, "No, ma'am."
"But you have your. . . weapon right there."
I'm afraid it was be the sort of remark to which I don't know how to respond. It isn't particularly a question, and supporting a solid oak bureau in an elevator is hardly the place for the sort of conversation it sparks. Fortunately, my fellow furniture mover rescued me with a cute remark about needing a bodyguard. And him at something over 6'4" and at least twice my weight.
During the rest of the moving that afternoon, my gun remained unnoticed or, at least, unmentioned. So far, 1/30 for observation and comment.
Once we had finished the moving job, a few of us went down the main street to go into some shops and get a bit of dinner. We stopped in a cafe for our dinner. The young man behind the counter seems quite confidant as he begins to ring up our orders; then, as his eyes travel over me, he suddenly adjusts his hat nervously several times. We are no sooner seated when he is overheard to say to the manager.
"I've only got 45 minutes left." while mopping the floor with frequent glances toward our table.
And then something odd happened.
I noticed the two fellows through the window because I like to watch the traffic go by. One was walking just a few feet behind the other, not close enough to talk but too close to be really considered a different entity. They walked past the streetside window of the cafe and kept moving, so I put them out of my mind.
Then the side door of the restaurant opened and in walked the lead of the two. He was dressed plainly enough, jeans, sweatshirt, with one hand buried in the pocket of his hoodie. His fellow walker remained hovering around the front of the cafe.
To me it was a little odd that he would come in the side door, propped open today due to the heat but with a little sign that says 'please use front entrance'. It also seemed odd to wear such a warm shirt when I had been willing to shed my cover garment. But I was enjoying my sandwich and the conversation at the table, so I put it out of my head.
The newcomer walked up to the counter and then gave a quick glance around the restaurant. He caught the anxious counterman's glance in my direction as I stood up to remove my trash to the rubbish bin.
The stranger looked at me, eyes rested briefly on my waistband, and then moved back out the side door.
On our way out, the manager stopped me to thank us for our business.
I said something appropriate in return, but once we got outside, I had a fit of the giggles. Because, you see, the thing is, I was carrying the smallest piece at our table.
So, my experience with open carry. Most people don't notice. Those that do, aren't expecting it.
Good or Bad? I'd have to go with indifferent. Just the same, I'll stick with concealed carry for the most part. Although, once in a while, the world might just need to be reminded that there are folks with guns who lead perfectly normal lives. I'm afraid I served as that reminder. Oh, and if I caused the guy in the cafe to miss out on one of those delicious sandwiches, it wasn't my intent.