My concealed carry permit
GOT MY CONCEALED CARRY PERMIT YESTERDAY
Yesterday afternoon I went to our local gun shop to get a small handgun for personal protection.
When I was ready to pay for the pistol and ammo, the cashier said, "Strip down, facing me."
Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did as she instructed.
After the hysterical shrieking stopped, I learned that she was telling me how to place my credit card in the card reader.
I've been asked to shop elsewhere in the future. They need to make their instructions to seniors a little more clear.
I still don't think I looked that bad.
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