A Concealed Carry Permit

Yesterday Afternoon, I went to get a 9mm handgun for home /personal protection. When I was ready to pay for the weapon and some ammo, the cashier said, “Strip down and face me.” Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she asked. When the hysterical shrieking and alarms subsided, I found out she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader. As a senior citizen, I do not get flustered often, but this time it took me a while to get my pants beck on.
I’ve been asked to shop elsewhere in the future.
They need to make their instructions a little more clear. I still don’t think I looked that bad! I just need to wear underwear more often.


Hilarious! I needed that, NJC!

:rofl: never heard that one! ha