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Originally Posted by thaskalos
I submitted a post here a while ago, wondering about whether or not the gun laws should be so lax when it comes to citizens carrying guns in public...and JustRalph responded to me by telling me that it isn't unusual for his Houston restaurant to be frequented by pistol-packing customers. I would ask you why you didn't post this sort of reply to JustRalph, so you could "bust this stereotype" for HIM...but I already know the answer to this question.
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If you knew the answer to the question, then why ask...
Here's a tip. Certain restaurants will have their own little vibes. Ralph and his wife will have their own, the ones I go to will have theirs.
Yet, I'm sure I'd be made to feel at home if I were to eat at Ralph's place. And I bet you would too. I wouldn't sweat it.
One big reason I'm not a fan of weapons in public... Trying to keep this short as not to bore...Many years ago I worked for a large Corp in McKinney. The MCK PD used to work out at the local HS gym, but Ron Poe, the head football coach, kicked them out because the police had a bad habit of harassing his players and former players... So, the PD came crawling to our company because we had a state of the art gym. Our company welcomed them is as long as they secured their weapons....first week, a cop hung up his belt, firearm went off in the locker room. Pissed employees off to no end.
That PD is still a badly run organization. Remember the 14 year old girl in a bikini that was manhandled by a cop, the video was posted here. That's McKinney.... Contrast that PD to my local PD. We couldn't ask for a better group of cops. Helpful, calm, cool, collected. Professional people. Can't say enough good about them.
Moral of the story. Not all people are responsible with weapons. If I'm in McKinney no way I'm carrying (and my wife and I go to the MCK town square monthly... Cool place). Knuckleheads with a badge can cause great harm even to 60+ yo 's as well as skinny girls in bikinis.
That's why I don't carry. It's kinda like driving. It's not me that I'm worried about. It's the other guy I'm worried about.