A man pulled a gun on me today. In the parking lot of a local shopping mall.
Oh don’t worry. He did it with the best of intentions.
You see, he was an old fella. I’d encountered him moments before in a high-end jewelry store where he was telling anyone who would listen that they need a conceal/carry gun permit “because you just never know!”. And the funny thing is (or perhaps not so funny, depending on how you look at it), a couple of the jewelry store employees piped up and said that, indeed, they DID have their concealed weapon permit.
Only in Oklahoma, y’all.
I completed my business in the jewelry store and made my way back to my car. It so happened that I exited the mall at the same moment as the little old fella I’d seen back there in the jewelry store. He looked at me and said “young lady, I hope YOU have a conceal/carry permit because a girl (everyone is a “girl” when you’re 107 years old) like you needs to be SAFE!”.
I told him that, no, I do not have a permit, and that I thought the only thing that carrying a gun would guarantee for me is the loss of a foot – probably my own. And that’s when he started carrying on about a particular type of gun that would be just perfect for me. AND THEN HE PULLED A GUN OUT OF HIS POCKET! Right there in the parking lot! In broad daylight! In front of Jesus and everybody! AND THEN? He handed it to me so that I could see how light and easy to handle it was.
And while I was holding this man’s gun, he told me it was loaded with hollow point bullets that could shoot a hole the size of a basketball in someone. When I handed it back to him (very, very carefully), he showed me how easy it was to whip it out of his pocket. “See? Just like THIS”.
He sure did. He was quite a salesman. However, I do not think I’ll be toting around gun anytime soon. Although I lied and told the old coot I was going straight to the gun range to buy that very gun. Sometimes you have to bend the truth in order to get away from armed and dangerous people. Even if they ARE 107.