About 30 minutes ago, the doorbell rang. Looking out the window, I saw it was an Older White Guy in a polo shirt and slack, carrying a clipboard. Usually that means "door to door salesman," probably of the lawn care or home alarm variety, so I stepped outside to answer it fully strapped.
As I've said, I carry on a regular basis, even inside the house. When I need to go outside, I just pull a shirt over the gun so as not to freak the mundanes, but when it comes to salesmen I usually OC because 1) it typically freaks them out and 2) it adds a bit of oomph to a "No thank you."
Turns it this gentleman is an investigator for DHS and my next-door neighbor needs a security clearance, and would I mind taking 10 minutes to answer some questions?
My next door neighbor is a nice guy. He works had, pulls double shifts so his wife can take college courses, and has two young children. I trust him to look after my house. I want him to get this job, so of course I say "yes."
This means I am talking to someone to DHS, while open carrying. I know that I'm not doing anything wrong, but the reptile part of the brain is saying "Cover up! You're talking to The Man!" The higher parts of the brain, however, are saying "Keep your goddamn hands away from the gun. Do not move to cover it. Do not adjust it. Do not even go near it. No, don't even put your hands in your pockets. Fold your arms over your chest if you don't know what to do with them."
To his credit, the DHS investigator didn't say anything, nor did he act strangely. He appeared not to have noticed, although I'm 99% certain he that he did. He carried on as if everything was completely normal.
I'm totally on That List now, aren't I?