Well, I traveled from Greenville to RDU this weekend for church
business; we had a called meeting of our presbytery in Raleigh this
weekend, and since I never get to OC in South Carolina, I took the
opportunity to OC every waking moment while in the great Tar Heel state.
I open carried all over Raleigh and Durham with nary a sideways glance,
including several restaurants and gas stations. I had a great
interaction with two folks at the Comfort Inn on Glenwood Avenue. One
employee (a young, nominally Muslim Pakistani gentleman) was interested
in learning more about open carry, which morphed into a good
conversation in which I was able to share the gospel with him. I also
had a good interaction with a fellow guest at the hotel, and was able to
point her toward OCDO. All in all, my stay in Durham was very pleasant,
not least of which was due to the pleasant interactions with the folks
However, I had a very ironic interaction while passing through Charlotte:
I made it a point to stop and meet my parents for lunch in Pineville
while I was passing through town, and after I left, I stopped at the QT
on Woodlawn Road (right off I-77 where Woodlawn turns into Billy Graham
Parkway) to gas up the Blue Bullet. This QT is in a somewhat sketchy
part of town, so I was already on high alert when I pulled up to the
pump. About the time I got the Bullet in park, I noticed three young men
walking through the islands towards the store. One of the three was a
younger white guy (about 6'1", 175 lbs, and all tatted up) was
shirtless, loud, high as a Georgia pine, and clearly acting
aggressively. I took note of him, and strolled inside to pre-pay for my
gas. Lo and behold, when I got inside, some yuppie soccer Mom type wear a
"Moms Demand Action" t-shirt spotted me and the sidearm on my hip and
immediately started ranting about how I was dangerous and scary, that my
big, bad SigSauer made her nervous, how did she know I wasn't going to
shoot everybody in the joint, etc. I did my best to ignore her, hit the
latrine, and came back out and paid for my gas.
While I was walking to the door, I noticed the doped up potential
troublemaker was waving his arms around, beating on his chest and
flinching at people like he was going to throw a punch while yelling,
"I'ma f* you up! Y'all don't want none!" and so on.
I walked out the door to head to the car, and when I did, the Mom's
Demand nutjob approached from my right and quietly asked, "Would you
walk me to my car?"
My response: "I'm sure that loud mouth of yours will keep you safe."
The shocked look on her face was completely worth it.
OC: 1. Moms Demand: 0.