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Just got back from the Home Depot at Sidney Marcus and Piedmont in the ATL. OC'ed as usual at THD, with rarely a sidelong glance.
Before heading over to THD, I grabbed an omelet at the Waffle House that shares the same parking lot. The place was full, so I was seated at the very end bar stool - right next to the cash register and in clear, unobstructed view of anyone walking through the door. So I sit down and remove my fleece jacket and drape it over the chair back; it's now pretty obvious to anyone paying attention that I'm carrying. All moves along normally - I order, am served, and began to eat - when my 'spidey sense' tingles . . . I look around, and there's an APD patrol officer about ten feet away staring directly at me. I think, oh $#*!, I'm glad brought along my copy of Pocket Guide to Georgia Criminal Laws, 2011 edition . . . 'cuz I'm going to need it. I keep eating, coffee refilled, chat with my bar stool neighbors, glance back - he's still locked on to me, except now he's on his radio. Not good, I think.
I finally finish, slowly slide off the stool, carefully put my jacket back on, get in line to pay the bill, and prepare to discuss Georgia carry law with my new friend . . . he's gone. I figure he's outside waiting for me to exit the Waffle House . . . but he's gone. I am 100% certain he saw my gun.
Is it a new day at APD? - this was a fantastic non-encounter in mid-town Atlanta.
Before heading over to THD, I grabbed an omelet at the Waffle House that shares the same parking lot. The place was full, so I was seated at the very end bar stool - right next to the cash register and in clear, unobstructed view of anyone walking through the door. So I sit down and remove my fleece jacket and drape it over the chair back; it's now pretty obvious to anyone paying attention that I'm carrying. All moves along normally - I order, am served, and began to eat - when my 'spidey sense' tingles . . . I look around, and there's an APD patrol officer about ten feet away staring directly at me. I think, oh $#*!, I'm glad brought along my copy of Pocket Guide to Georgia Criminal Laws, 2011 edition . . . 'cuz I'm going to need it. I keep eating, coffee refilled, chat with my bar stool neighbors, glance back - he's still locked on to me, except now he's on his radio. Not good, I think.
I finally finish, slowly slide off the stool, carefully put my jacket back on, get in line to pay the bill, and prepare to discuss Georgia carry law with my new friend . . . he's gone. I figure he's outside waiting for me to exit the Waffle House . . . but he's gone. I am 100% certain he saw my gun.
Is it a new day at APD? - this was a fantastic non-encounter in mid-town Atlanta.