
Last night I just get off of work @ 2:30 AM. I park off site because my work doesn't allow weapons on company property. A buddy of mine calls me and asks for a ride home from a wedding reception. He's drunk and he has a history of driving drunk. Thirty minutes later I arrive at the Marriott and I find my buddy passed out behind the steering wheel with it running. I open the door and he comes too. I ask him what the fuck he's doing and tell him to get out of his car. The manager of the Marriott tells me that they called the cops. So I ask my buddy if I have permission to enter his car and turn off the car. He agrees and I shut it off and take his keys. We're walking back to my car and the cops arrive. I have my sexy little Sig P320 Carry in my center console and my car is locked. The cop pulls up and stops. We give him our ID's and I also give him my Permit to Carry. He takes our Id's and hands me back my Permit to Carry and says he doesn't need my insurance. I said sorry Sir, but this isn't my insurance card. He looks at my Permit to Carry again and asks me if I'm currently carrying. I said yes, Sir. It's in my car in the center console. I get my ID and Permit to Carry back and I put them on the spoiler of my car and keep my hands out and away of my pockets where he can see my hands at all times. After the background check and the verbal lashing my buddy receives from the cop; he tells me Thank You for letting me know your carrying and sends us off. via /r/CCW http://ift.tt/2olQICe
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