One of my first times out was to Fuddruckers with the family.
I didn't have a good holster yet and was using a fanny pack
to carry my .45 and had an LCP in my front pocket.
While standing in line I felt the presence of someone behind me.
I turned to find that is was 4 Harris County Sheriffs Deputies.
As luck would have it, they ended up sitting next to our table.
I kept feeling like I was being watched by them the whole time.
My wife and kids said I looked like a ghost and reminded me
that I wasn't doing anything wrong.
It does get better with time.
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