Security Theater

I'm not sure I ever really fully understood it until last night...and I'm still not sure I do with things like TSA and their X-ray shit but anyway...Went to see a show in Boston last night and decided to carry (g19, appendix in a trex sidecar) since I'd be in the hustle and bustle of the city. I had been to similar shows before and never remembered getting patted down or sent through a metal detector so I wasn't worried...and if I saw something like that once I got to the place, I was prepared to turn around and put my gun back in my car.So me and my buddy get to Boston and I find a parking garage near the venue...great, it's only a 5 minute walk. But wait, it's valet only and it's kind of too late to back out. Oh well, I doubt they'll have security anyway so I'll be fine. We walk over to the venue and peak into the door before getting in line and see nothing that indicates any sort of security checkpoint. Awesome, lets go.Finally get to the through the entrance and into a little lobby."Ladies to the right, gentlemen to the left."Uhhhh okay. Me and my buddy step off to the left. A bouncer comes over and pats him down, starting with his chest because he was wearing a pretty heavy jacket. Moved to the sides of his waist, then his legs. I was standing directly behind my buddy when this was happening so I couldn't see if the bouncer checked his belt buckle area. At this point my heart is pounding. It's a little to late to be like "yo gotta run to my car because I have a gun, BRB." Not to mention the fact the my car is with the valet and they have my keys so locking my shit up does nothing for me...But at the same time I had devised a plan to calmly show him my LTC if he asks what it was so as to not make a scene.So anyway, the bouncer checks my buddies pockets and finds a folding knife and takes it from him...great. Now it's my turn. I step up, take everything out of my pockets and put my arms out. I was wearing a T-shirt and a flannel so I didn't get the chesticular pat-down but he went directly to my hips, squeezed my pockets, and checked down my legs, and let me go. PHEW...crisis averted. Me and my buddy go on to joke about how ironic it is that he had a folding knife confiscated but I managed to get in with a firearm.That's the last time I try to carry at a show like that. Hindsight is 20/20 but it was pretty dumb, all things considered. via /r/CCW https://ift.tt/2GHQFHi