Now let me pause for a moment and say that I suspect that statement may surprise people, but for different reasons. Some may be surprised that I was thrown out of Walt Disney World at all. The others may be surprised that it has only been once.
When did this happen? Why recently. Quite recently.
You see, I normally wear a hat and coat. The hat keeps my delicate skin from being ravaged by the sun. Actually, it's partly due to a really bad episode of sunburn I received in Kuwait. So, lately, a hat has been a part of my wardrobe. Not a cap. A hat. A grown man hat.
When you wear a hat, you also should wear a coat. Looks better. Plus, a coat is great for concealed carry, as I'm not a fan of open carry.
I've had a shoulder holster for a bit. My first one actually broke. Not sure why, but it broke. So, I replaced it, but my new one didn't come with a place to hold an extra magazine. I've been carrying the extra magazine in my coat pocket.
Well, as I mentioned, I went to Disney World recently. They don't take kindly to carrying weapons inside -- although a Leatherman is okay -- so I left my .380 in the car. But, I forgot I had the magazine in my coat pocket.
I was reminded of it when I took emptied my pockets at the gate to enter the Magic Kingdom park. They called all kind of security folks, including a bunch of deputies, to look at it.
They wanted to see my ID, my carry permit -- Georgia and Florida reciprocate -- and had a few questions. Then they said I could leave. So, I left.
I put the magazine in my luggage and went back to the park and had a good time. Maybe I'll tell you more about the trip, but you've already heard the best part.
If I get thrown out again, I'll tell you all about it, though.
Aw, it doesn't count as being thrown out unless they say, "AND STAY OUT!"
ReplyDeleteI bet if you were wearing a trilby, that's why they threw you out. Wait, no, they would think a trilby was a fedora.
ReplyDeleteIn the late 90s I went to the local Federal building to file my taxes electronically at the IRS office because at time it was only place to do so. I walked into the foyer and up to the xray machine and metal detector and was asked to place my keys, change and coat onto the belt. As I walked unevenfully thru the detector he
ReplyDeleteasked me to walk back out thru it as I had a magazine in my coat pocket. A magazine? Look I read a lot of magazines, but I don't carry them arou...Oh! A MAGAZINE.He let me let me return my coat to my truck and return to finish my task.
The only time I've been told to never come back was at a new car dealer when I told the salesman I might still be interested in a trade in spite of the fact they wanted to screw me on price, if the used car I wanted which had worn out leather on the driver's seat, all the lettering on the controls worn off, 4 mismatched tires and all new belts and hoses under the hood wasn't being sold as a 70,000 miles lease return. I've never heard a salesman swear like that. Heh.