My dear fellow shoppers...
You were near a gun today.
And yet you remained safe. And none the wiser.
Because I am a concealed firearm carrier going about my merry business.
I was the woman who helped you get the cart loose from the stack at the grocery store.
I was the one wearing Christmas earrings, who smiled and let you go ahead of me in line.
I was the shopper who dropped a bill in the kettle on my way out of the store.
I was the gal in the cute jacket pumping gas next to you at the convenience store.
All of these happened with a pistol on my hip.
You weren't afraid were you? Because you didn't know.
Are you scared now that you do know? If you are, why?
Was I unkind? Was I threatening? Was I scary looking?
I don't think I was any of those things, because you smiled back at me. You thanked me, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
Why should you be afraid of me (or insult me or denigrate me) because of an object I legally carry with me for my own (and possibly your) defense?
If your child had a seizure in the coffee aisle, I would be there to help you - because I've had training.
If your car battery were dead in the parking lot, I would be able to help you with that as well - because I have tools like jumper cables.
And if, God Forbid, we were both barricaded in a mall bathroom to escape a maniac, I would hopefully be able to give us both options for survival - because I have a tool and the training to use it.
Think about that. Don't judge from ignorance.
Merry Christmas from the lady in the holly berry earrings.