Seems to be an accurate recollection. Here's a link to the original thread and the story:The Annoyed Man wrote:I recall one member here a while back who told of going into a burger joint while carrying. While standing in line to order, he didn't realize that he had a hole in the back of his shirt, though which one could see a little bit of his pistol butt. In walks a trooper and stands behind him. Our intrepid member feels a tap on his shoulder, turns a little bit, and the trooper leans forward and in a low voice says, "you've got something showing." Then they sit down together and eat while they talk guns with one another.
I hope I have recalled that story correctly.
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Tactical_Texan_CHL wrote:I just ran out to grab lunch from the office. I was in line in front of a trooper and didn't really even think twice about it. All of a sudden, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You have a little problem there, buddy. You have a little hole in your shirt." It took a minute for anything to register, and I stared at him blankly for a few seconds. Then something dawned on me, and my eyes got GIANORMOUS! I'm not sure how it happened, but I must have torn a hole in my shirt, and he could see my gun. Just a little bit of the butt of my Kimber was poking out of the hole.He said, "I assume you have a CHL? I can see the clips for your holster." I told him yes, I had a CHL, and asked if he wanted to see it. He told me no, not at the moment, and asked if I wanted to sit with him. Then I ordered my meal and told the lady at the counter I'd get the troopers also. We both got our meals and sat down. I sat with my right side against the wall to hide my hole. He asked to see my CHL at the table and told me that he hadn't wanted to make a scene, and it obviously looked like a accident. So we talked about guns and holsters and all kinds of stuff for about half an hour. He asked about the holster I was wearing and how it works with a tucked in shirt. I told him, "Works great without any holes in my shirt!" Turns out, he knew my brother from when he was with OPD. We talked about him for awhile and I told him he'd moved to a new department near Austin and was enjoying the PD there. After lunch, we walked outside. He stayed on my right and hid my little problem. He headed back off to work and I ran home and changed shirts! All is well now and lunch was interesting to say the least!
