First, a little background. This is my second time OCing. I'm the proud owner of a Glock 19, 9mm w/ nightsights and I've CC'ed for a few months prior. CC is my main carrying method but some days, like today with heat like this, I just don't feel like it. I live in Philadelphia, therefor that's where I OCed this evening.

I left my house with my Glock on my hip and my GF in my passenger seat. Stopped at the Wawa on Frankford by Levick to hit up the ATM for some cash. I was very nervous, this Wawa ALWAYS has PPD inside. I was half expecting to be hassled or arrested. Fortunately there were no PPD present, and no one said anything or even looked at me sideways. Relieved I took my cash and went to my planned destination, a small coffee shop on the same block on Frankford ave. My Mother works there and Its pretty common for me to stop by, say Hi and get something to drink or eat.

As I walked down the street to the shop I noticed a lot of eyes on me. No one said or did anything but look. I go inside, they're doing karaoke and the same thing. I get some eyes. I stand by the counter with my GF and chat with my Mom who is working. She was the only employee working at the time, so we chat in-between customers. One dude while in line kept on turning around to look at me and gave me dirty looks. Whatever dude. After he got his stuff he went up to do his karaoke and did a little rap about his past experiences and it included some negative gun related experiences, so I figure the dude's afraid of guns. That's cool. I feel his pain. Nothing else involving him happened, no police calls... nothing. Besides, at that point I was protected by the fact that I was inside of a private business, not that I owned it or worked there, but I know the Owner and he would stick up for me if it was needed for whatever reason.

The evening goes on, I step out front with my mother and GF for them to take a smoke break. So there I am on a corner on Frankford ave, OC'ing. No one does or says anything besides the usual friendly chatter you expect at this sort of place. Biker guy walked up to me and chatted etc...

Go back inside and a little later on a big, built dude in a yellow tanktop with a walkie-talkie (maybe nextel) comes up to the counter to place his order, while im hanging out on the outside of the counter just chatting and he casually says to whoever is on the other end of the walkie-talkie "They got a security guard here" and my Mom corrects him "He's not a guard" he looks at me "Cop?" I say "No" he says "Who are you?" I answer him "Just a citizen." my Mom added "He's my Son". The dude turns to me and says "I like you!" "Anyone who goes wherever they want with a gun hanging on their side like that.. you gotta like them!" He smiles and goes on to tell his friend on the walkie-talkie about how he likes me and thinks its cool a citizen is walking around with his side-arm in plain view.

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