Jennifer, returning from a group breast exam:
We were talking about massage on the way back to the office, and I mentioned that hubby needs to get his hands worked over fairly regularly due to his line of work.
Driver nurse: So what does your husband do?
Me: Leather work. Holsters mostly.
Driver nurse: Does he sell to a lot of police and that sort of thing?
Me: Some. He mostly sells to conceal carry permit holders.
Coworker in front seat: It’s surprising how many people have their permits now.
Me: Quite a few people do.
Coworker in front seat: It’s scary.
Driver nurse: I’ve got mine. My husband has his too.
Me: Me too. See me where it isn’t prohibited, and I’m likely carrying.
Silence from the coworker in the front seat.
It wasn’t a freaked out silence either. More contemplative. Like the idea of regular people carrying just became a little more real and a little more normal. And that’s how we win.