Scenes from the Summer of Bean
I ran into an old coworker of mine at lunch yesterday. He’s enjoying semi-retirement with his wife.
After catching up for twenty minutes or so, I asked my favorite question of him.
“How many guns are within six feet of me right now?”
Keep in mind that my friend and his wife are both permitted to carry concealed, and both do. Always. It came as somewhat of a surprise then when the answer came back “only one.”
“Well, Bean,” my friend said, “I can’t wear my ankle holster while I’m wearing shorts now, can I?”
No, I suppose you can’t.
