So I had to go to the Social Security office today, to get a letter proving that my SSN is my SSN, and I only have one SSN[0].
So as I'm walking into the SS office, I see the big signs they have posted on the wall, with black silhouettes of guns and big red circles and slashes, and excerpts from 18 USC and so forth. Ok. So I go back and lock my pocket gun in my truck, and go back inside. I take a number, and sit down.
As I'm sitting there waiting for the droids behind the desk to figure out whether 43 comes after 40, or if there's a 41 in there somewhere, first,[1] I happen to look over at the Rent-a-Cop that's manning the security desk, and I notice a few things:
1. He's got his back to a plate-glass window to the parking lot.
2. He's got a nylon Uncle-Mike's-looking OWB holster with thumb-break retention strap.
3. The strap was snapped securely closed...
4. ...on nothing at all. No gun. Not even a magazine-less gun, like I've seen some security people carry. Nothing.
It's a good thing that he was there protecting us, in case a crazed lunatic had come in. Of course, said lunatic would have seen the "No Guns" signs and would have returned his sawed-off shotty to the car and assaulted us all with imprecations and rude gestures.
So I felt all safe.
-BP
[0] Some drooling lackwit at Experian decided that because one of my bill account numbers had 9 digits, it must be a Social Security number, and I must therefore be attempting to use a fake SSN, and I must therefore be an identity thief. And he put a note in my credit report to that effect.
[1] You think I'm kidding. But I'm not.
So as I'm walking into the SS office, I see the big signs they have posted on the wall, with black silhouettes of guns and big red circles and slashes, and excerpts from 18 USC and so forth. Ok. So I go back and lock my pocket gun in my truck, and go back inside. I take a number, and sit down.
As I'm sitting there waiting for the droids behind the desk to figure out whether 43 comes after 40, or if there's a 41 in there somewhere, first,[1] I happen to look over at the Rent-a-Cop that's manning the security desk, and I notice a few things:
1. He's got his back to a plate-glass window to the parking lot.
2. He's got a nylon Uncle-Mike's-looking OWB holster with thumb-break retention strap.
3. The strap was snapped securely closed...
4. ...on nothing at all. No gun. Not even a magazine-less gun, like I've seen some security people carry. Nothing.
It's a good thing that he was there protecting us, in case a crazed lunatic had come in. Of course, said lunatic would have seen the "No Guns" signs and would have returned his sawed-off shotty to the car and assaulted us all with imprecations and rude gestures.
So I felt all safe.
-BP
[0] Some drooling lackwit at Experian decided that because one of my bill account numbers had 9 digits, it must be a Social Security number, and I must therefore be attempting to use a fake SSN, and I must therefore be an identity thief. And he put a note in my credit report to that effect.
[1] You think I'm kidding. But I'm not.