Sometime between dreams and waking I decided that Today was Day-1 for me. We had some errands to run and a Periodontal visit for my wife. So I hitched up the P245 and asked if the gun made my butt look fat, and she said, “What gun?” – and then off we went. At the ultimate hardware store I picked up some bunting for 4th of July, along with some bumpers for the base of the umbrella stands and a door-damper, then at another downtown shop some jalapeño flavored olive-oil, and finally down the street at the army surplus-shop a Gadsdan flag and a 7.62 ammo can. People smiled and dogs were well behaved. Old people stepped into the street and cars stopped to let them pass. No fights broke out and everything was without incident. Then off to Home Depot for MOAR tanbark! Six bags full, and some insect-spray… When my wife was done I picked her up, and we stopped on the way home at the grocery store to grab some milk and pork chops, and a couple steaks. Guns themselves don’t cause anything untoward to happen.
Sig P245