I have a funny gun toting story here: When I was in the military I was stationed in Rapid City, South Dakota. I lived off base in an apartment and my garage slot was about 200 yards from my apartment entrance. Anyways, I had a concealed carry and always packed my Glock .40, not because I'm paranoid, but because I'm smart and I could! So one night as I was turning the corner(true story folks), a drunk Native American met me at the corner wih a Jason Voorhies mask and a hockey stick and hollered and screamed something I could not interpet.
I just pulled my shirt tail up and said, "that's cute, this is what I carry."
Needless to say, he left!