Some guy in Florida goes walking down the street and his shirt rides up over his holster, and the po-po are called, and they pigpile him because it's against the law in Florida to let the public get a glimpse of your heater, and doubly so if you are guilty of the heinous crime of Being Swarthy In Public.
Now, understand that while a few states like Washington and Indiana reformed their carry laws back in the dark ages, Florida and Texas drew national attention in the late '80s/early '90s for reforming theirs, because they were large states with lots of electoral votes.
Because they were large states with lots of electoral votes, the national media has paid a lot of attention to them: "Ooh! Florida and Texas are so gun friendly!" Except they're really not. They have onerous and antediluvian licensing requirements, weird rules about where you can carry & where you can't and, most especially, draconian requirements about not letting so much as a peep of your pistol show, like it was the ankle of a woman in Victorian England or my hair in Riyadh.
And AOA, a Texan blogger, comments thusly:
I understand that concealed means concealed. I also understand that here in the South, it gets hellishly hot and humid and proper "concealment" clothing isn't always as concealing as we'd like. Perhaps this CHL holder's instructor wasn't exactly top-shelf and didn't explain in great detail the necessity of staying concealed or the penalty for a "flash" which apparently is getting slammed to the concrete by five uniformed badge-toting apes.No. That's not the proper action. Do you have frickin' Stockholm Syndrome or something? The proper action is to join the 21st Century and to eliminate the ridiculous "mandatory concealment" language that was a sop to the gun prohibitionists and makes you the laughingstock of most states in the Union, regardless of your feelings on Open Carry (and I don't OC myself, for whatever that's worth.)
Give Mr. Norman a ticket for "flashing," require a couple of hours of supplemental education on proper carry and concealment, then drop the thing.
It's a disgrace to the noble Lone Star Republic Of Texas that, when I visit there, I have to keep my gun burkha snugged around my body while walking the windswept parking lots of Amarillo in a way that I don't when I'm walking through the Hoosier hippie enclave of Broad Ripple, because in Texas it's a crime if somebody accidentally sees my gun and here in Indiana the hippies can just piss off if they catch a glimpse of my heater.