So I go over and pick up a bunch of the stuff tonight, and while I was carrying stuff back and forth to my car, I disarmed so it wouldn't impeed my bending actions, (.45's tend to do that to me.)
So, after we finished we went to Cracker Barrel, and I still had my holster on, but empty.
I go in to the restroom, and there was this gentleman in there washing his hands. He had on levi's and a normal shirt and his arm was in a sling. On his side was a semi
He looked at me and said: "Where's your gun?"
(He saw my empy holster)
I said, "It's in the car... but I see yours???"
He turned around a bit more, and there was his badge... on his belt.
We smiled at each other and wished each other a good evening.
(we were at the Craker Barrel in Burleson... I have no idea of what his jurisdiciton was.)
Russ
