jahwarrior
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I had a couple of erraqnds to run today. Deposit money in the bank, drop off some cash for my lady's mom, and a couple of other things. I got done earlier than I'd planned, and I had about 2 hours to kill before having to pick up Diana (MollyMayhem, for those on Poofa), so I decided to take the boy for a walk downtown, taking advantage of the weather. Being that we're still in March, we could have a snowstorm by this time next week.
I parked the car, and pushed the stroller. Within 10 minutes of walking, a black or hispanic woman called after me. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Sir?"
I stopped and turned to her. "Yes?"
"Are you a policeman?"
"Ha. No."
"Oh, cuz I was gonna say, you didn't look like a policeman, but I saw youhad that gun, so I wasn't sure. Is that legal to do around here?"
She had just moved here from Newark, NJ, and was interested in guns. She'd bought a small revolver, at the suggestion of her boyfriend (le sigh), but had no idea that she could carry it legally.
"Why don't you get a license to carry concealed?"
"How do I do that?"
"See that building behind us? If you have twenty bucks, and your driver's license for PA, you go in there, ask the deputies where the sheriff's office is, then go there, ask for an application for a license to carry a firearm, fill it out, and wait. If you have about 20 minutes, you could get it today."
"That's it? For real?"
"Yup. As long as you're not a convicted felon, or have any drug arrests, or you're a domestic abuser, or crazy, you're good to go. But, you said you bought a gun here already, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Then I''m pretty sure you can get a license to carry it."
"Holy sh!t, that's all? That's crazy. In NJ, you have to go through a whole bunch of mess just to own a gun for your home and stuff."
"Welcome to Pennsylvania."
"Thank you!"
She ran to the courthouse, and I never saw her again.
Later on, I passed by a group of people sitting on a bench. It was a black guy, surrounded by a few women. They were having a good time, laughing about something, and then as I passed, the guy stopped and said, "...and this guy, he's rockin' the HAMMER and everything with his boy!"
I stopped, smiled, and said, "Well, sometimes the kid gets out of hand, so, you know, I need to remind him who's boss and sh!t."
With that, they all burst into laughter. I spoke to them for a minutes, then continued walking around. I stopped at a shop, bought a drink, then stopped in Anthology Books, to see if they had anything interesting.
Later on, on the way back to my truck, a young man in a blue sportjacket and khakis (so he was either a lawyer or banker), passed by me, and said, "Someone's gonna get hurt because of that."
I turned around, and said "What?"
He stopped, too, and replied, "That. That's dangerous," pointing to the gun, smugly.
"So is being a f*cking busybody, but you're doing it anyway, aren't you?"
He was taken aback by that, and scurried off. Satisfied, I took the boy from the stroller, put him back in the truck, and drove off to pick his mother up from work.
I parked the car, and pushed the stroller. Within 10 minutes of walking, a black or hispanic woman called after me. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Sir?"
I stopped and turned to her. "Yes?"
"Are you a policeman?"
"Ha. No."
"Oh, cuz I was gonna say, you didn't look like a policeman, but I saw youhad that gun, so I wasn't sure. Is that legal to do around here?"
She had just moved here from Newark, NJ, and was interested in guns. She'd bought a small revolver, at the suggestion of her boyfriend (le sigh), but had no idea that she could carry it legally.
"Why don't you get a license to carry concealed?"
"How do I do that?"
"See that building behind us? If you have twenty bucks, and your driver's license for PA, you go in there, ask the deputies where the sheriff's office is, then go there, ask for an application for a license to carry a firearm, fill it out, and wait. If you have about 20 minutes, you could get it today."
"That's it? For real?"
"Yup. As long as you're not a convicted felon, or have any drug arrests, or you're a domestic abuser, or crazy, you're good to go. But, you said you bought a gun here already, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Then I''m pretty sure you can get a license to carry it."
"Holy sh!t, that's all? That's crazy. In NJ, you have to go through a whole bunch of mess just to own a gun for your home and stuff."
"Welcome to Pennsylvania."
"Thank you!"
She ran to the courthouse, and I never saw her again.
Later on, I passed by a group of people sitting on a bench. It was a black guy, surrounded by a few women. They were having a good time, laughing about something, and then as I passed, the guy stopped and said, "...and this guy, he's rockin' the HAMMER and everything with his boy!"
I stopped, smiled, and said, "Well, sometimes the kid gets out of hand, so, you know, I need to remind him who's boss and sh!t."
With that, they all burst into laughter. I spoke to them for a minutes, then continued walking around. I stopped at a shop, bought a drink, then stopped in Anthology Books, to see if they had anything interesting.
Later on, on the way back to my truck, a young man in a blue sportjacket and khakis (so he was either a lawyer or banker), passed by me, and said, "Someone's gonna get hurt because of that."
I turned around, and said "What?"
He stopped, too, and replied, "That. That's dangerous," pointing to the gun, smugly.
"So is being a f*cking busybody, but you're doing it anyway, aren't you?"
He was taken aback by that, and scurried off. Satisfied, I took the boy from the stroller, put him back in the truck, and drove off to pick his mother up from work.