Carried my PLR-16 with a full 30 round mag, around my neck, under a leather duster, when I got a call to pick up a drunk neighbor at a seedy area bar. This was the third (and final) time I did that, but this time it was in the worst of areas, therefore the weird change. I told an ingoing patron to ask for him and tell him his ride was here. He agreed. He then came back out and said "He wants you to come in and have a drink." I told him "I cant, and if he wants a ride, his ass better be out here in one minute!" I was sick to death of talking him down from his drunks-I'm not a babysitter. Told him that on the way home and he finally quit asking me.