I got to pick her up this morning. Now y'all need to understand something about me; I was raised part Catholic and part Baptist. I have a very healthy sense of guilt. Any time I'm faced with authority at any level, I feel strangely compelled to start confessing sins I've never even thought of, let alone committed. Second, I haven't purchased a new firearm since 1999. My S&W .38 was a graduation gift from Poppy in 1985 (through six years of undergrad and grad, I kept my promise and kept it on me at all times.) My Sig 9mil was purchased in 1999 for more self-defense firepower. I haven't had to purchase a handgun since becoming Angel, Lonely Libertarian. So I was terrified something I don't remember doing would pop up and I'd leave empty handed. Or worse. Plus, I had to make it back by noon to get the cute chicks.
So, I get my part filled out in about 5 minutes. Next, it's the FFL and the government's turn. So as I'm standing there, my inner Catholic schoolgirl, complete with pigtails,plaid skirt and knee socks,sneaks in wrapped in guilt for uncommitted sins and sings in my ear, "You're gonna get it, you're gonna get it..."
Scenarios start running through my head....
"aka the Lonely Libertarian?"
"I can explain..."
"Do you know or have you consorted with a man known as Kerodin?"
"Do you know or thave you consorted with a man known as Kenny "wirecutter" Lane?"
"Awwww, fuck me sideways...."
"Wait here, please. Code Ginger, repeat, we have a Code Ginger..."
"Ma'am? Looks like you've lived a quiet, boring life. You're good to go."
In and out in 17 minutes.
Pictures of me modeling will have to wait for my gun belt. I hooked that bad boy to my jeans, took two steps and depantsed myself.
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