Give TGL a break. He was on his way to a doctor’s appointment.
Last November I had to piss in a cup for a new job. I went to the clinic, and before entering the sacred bathroom the technician read me the urine cup commandments (don’t flush the toilet, turn on the water, blah, blah, blah…), asked me to completely empty my pockets, and lift my shirt. I thought “Oh crap, busted! I’m sure as hell not going to leave my 1911 with this propeller head while go inside the bathroom.” I tossed my wallet, checkbook, passport, a couple of Benchmades, and keys into the holding tray. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the knives. I did a half ass job of lifting my shirt to my waistline, and positioned my hands to cover the firearm (3:00) and spare mag (9:00, horizontal carry) as best as the situation would allow. I’m not sure what she saw however she gave me the “good to go” nod. My next concern was that she was going to call the police while I was taking care of business. Good thing my bladder was ready to bust. I was in and out in a matter of seconds.
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45 Saves Lives / 1911 Heathen
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