Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Men in Shirt Sleeves, with Guns
A big black Lincoln Towncar parked on the far side of the Starbuck's lot and three men got out. Men with well-maintained haircuts and unconcealed weapons, chatting amiably as they crossed the asphalt.
The guns were attached to their bodies via various bits of leather. The biggest gun was in a classic black hip holster. There was one on a belt clip, reminiscent of a cell phone case--but the wrong shape. The third guy used a criss-crossed rig that allowed a firearm to dangle underneath each armpit.
Yikes, it's weird to have people strolling around with any kind of obvious firepower.
Nothing happened, of course.
They ordered their coffee and were gone like the scent of freshly ground beans out the side door.
Are you kidding? You expected a photo of the men with guns? It was spooky enough just to have my little pocket Canon out in the same room with them! (This ain't no Mervyn's lingerie department, after all.)