In Texas, we have some semblance of liberty still, and you can roll around your own property strapped with whatever basically.
So I was out in the front yard keeping an eye out for #1, who was climbing a tree, and sumdood walks across from talking to the neighbors. He tried to get me signed up for a free week of the Statesman. I have so much use for the paper, I have never bought a copy, ever, and didn't even sign up to get it free.
Anyhow, once at the beginning and once at the end of our brief conversation, he briefly looked down at the G22 on my hip. Didn't mention it, didn't stare, didn't freak out, and (surprisingly) it didn't jump out of the holster and kill him DRT.
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