When I got done running last night the G/F asked me to run to the Supermarket for some dinner rolls to have with the homecooked meal she was preparing. I slipped on the old trusty Sig 232 in Alessi Talon holster. I chose this gun b.c. of my mode of dress(pants with an elastic waist band). So I am standing at the Magazine rack reading Gun Rag monthly when the fattest 6 y.o. boy comes running up behind me and darn near bumps into my gun. Thankfully his fat little feet gave him away and I turned toward the thunderous noise in time to avoid collision.
Beware of fat 6y.o. and the magazine rack.
PS Dinner was good.
Beware of fat 6y.o. and the magazine rack.
PS Dinner was good.