...My neighbor L announced that her faltering metabolism desperately required a Slushy, Right F'ing Now. I didn't hear anybody argue. That particular confection wasn't my favorite thing even when I was a kid, but a cold drink certainly seemed like a good thing. The few sips left in my canteen were positively hot.
So we turned left toward a convenience store, rather than right into the desert. We had spent ten hours moving rocks in the hot sun, including travel time, and none of us were at our best. Pawing through big piles of rock is a good way to make the acquaintance of scaled and fanged bad guys, and everybody was quite openly armed. And filthy, and sweat-encrusted, and not in the best of moods. It must have looked like an invasion of the hole-in-the-wall gang on a particularly bad day, and I can well imagine the effect our arrival might have had on the inhabitants of more genteel spaces.
Hardly anybody even looked up, including the cop who was hanging out at the soda dispenser. Which is one reason I like it here.
Sign of the Times
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They were all probably hoping you wouldn't stand to close and talk to them. It is nice to be in a place where folks don't get all fainty around carried firearms.
Great mental image! :) And I know just what you mean. The bikers are here in droves because of the Sturgis rally in South Dakota. Hundreds of them all over my little town. I stepped out of the car at the hardware store this morning and a biker at the outdoor cafe next door pointed and smiled saying, "I'll bet you're not the sheriff!" Then he asked if he could take my picture and I was glad to allow it.
So, even most of the visitors to our area appreciate the idea that ordinary people can and do go armed. It's a good place to live.
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