So, I've gotten pretty comfortable carrying the S&W 66 on my hip as of late. So much that I know it's there (How can you not. That sucker has a little weight to it.) but I really don't even think about it. So, today I run to Publix for my Mom and just minding my own business as usual. As I'm walking out, I happen to notice a CCPD officer walking up beside me. And also notice his car is right next to mine. No worries though. He's got a bag with him (I'm assuming it's his lunch.) So here's how it goes. Officer: You have a carry permit? Me: Pardon? Officer: Well... I kind of noticed the grip printing a little. Me: Ohhhhh.... yeah. I do have license. Officer: Good. What are you carrying? Me: S&W 66. Officer: Nice. I've got a 19 at home that was my Dad's service revolver. Me: Cool. Officer: Well, you have a good day. Me: Thanks. You do the same. Sorry. No pics or audio to back it up. But, I swear it really did play out that way. edited for clarification.