Tuesday, November 07, 2023

Ain't nobody's business if I do.

I was immensely tickled by this line:
I first came across the witty term “OLC,” or “Out Loud Carry,” on a public discussion forum, a response someone left for a question about a friend bragging about their carry. The commenter added something to the effect of, “Dude, your mouth is printing.”
An unpleasant hypothetical scenario I've pondered goes something like this:
I'm in some random Kwik-E-Mart with a friend or acquaintance while we're on a roadtrip, grabbing some Combos and a Slim Jim, and while I'm perusing the beef jerky selection a disturbance at the register makes me aware that the joint is being stuck up.

I stay chill back in the corner of the store and, since the dude doesn't seem to be about to pop me or anyone else, I just mind my business as he heads for the door with his sack of loot.

At which point my companion blurts from one aisle over "Tam! You've got a gun! Do something!"
Fortunately, most friends of mine know better than to do this, since most of them are About That Life themselves, or I've at least made them aware that my blaster didn't come with a cape and a Batman Badge. If the bad guy grabbed the dough and is making his exit, he ain't my problem.

But this is why I don't generally talk about this stuff with random acquaintances and strangers.