I just spent the first hour of my morning sitting in a banks waiting room. Their hired protection wore a very fine Smith & Wesson model 29 with aftermarket grips, nickled. His belt held two speed loaders. Didn't want to deal. I offered six hundred.
He said, "Sir, please, just take a seat."
Some people, I tell 'ya.
I now pack a beautiful temporary debit card. Life is well.
Isn't it a fine day.
Later, it's time for me to get to work.