So Chris stops home to pick me up to go to lunch. "How do I look," I ask him, referring not to my super stylish Appleseed shirt but rather to how my firearm is printing beneath said shirt. "You're printing," he says, "But it's okay, no one here notices anyway." So we hop in the car and head to Chik Fil A (which is the sole redeeming quality this place has, according to Chris). Along with what looks to be the entire police department. There's a long line, and we were standing in it for 5-10 minutes, LEOs in front and behind us, me sporting an Appleseed shirt that is printing my gun quite nicely, discussing the SERPA holsters some of the LEOs were wearing.
No one noticed.
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