Monday, January 21, 2013   I have carried a concealed weapon for
25 years, as a resident of four states. I always thought that it
would be prudent to inform officers that I came in contact with
that I was carrying a concealed weapon. Until 2001, that is.
That was the year that I was pulled over by an Orange County
Sheriff's Deputy Sergeant for running a stop sign. He told me to
step out of the car, and I handed him my license, registration,
and concealed weapons permit, and told him "Just so you don't
get nervous, I want to let you know that I am carrying a
concealed weapon." The conversation went like this:  Deputy
Sergeant: (puts hand on gun) "You move and I will kill you where
you stand. You wanna try me? I bet I'm faster." DM "I was just
letting you know, so that you wouldn't be nervous." DS "Do I
look nervous to you, boy?" DM "No." DS "I can't believe that
they let dumb assholes like you carry a gun." DM "What's your
problem?" DS "You are. Please, make one move, so I can have an
excuse."  The rest of the