I think some "citizens" better start getting used to seeing guns. I carry concealed, mostly because I don't want anyone to know I've got a gun. But sometimes you can "flash" a gun and not be aware of it ... wind blows back a jacket, etc. "Citizens" have got to get educated that there are a bunch of us out here actually "protecting THEM" and not call the cops every time they see a gun. At the supermarket the other day, I was reaching to a lower shelf to get something and "flashed" my 1911. A fellow nearby asked (and very quietly) a minute later ... "Do you have a permit for the gun?" I responded with "Yes sir, I do, and here it is" and I showed it to him. He simply said "thank you ... I should probably carry mine more often!"
So true. About three years ago I was driving on an interstate highway at dusk, when I passed what appeared at 65 mph to be a young man standing on the side of the road next to his broken down, beat up old car. As I looked in my rearview mirror, I saw no one else seemed to be pulling over to help him, so I pulled over, and backed up along the shoulder until I reached him. Mindful of the fact that people aren't always who/what they appear to be, and that I was a smallish woman alone in my car (a very unfashionable wood-sided station wagon), I pulled my trusty little KelTec P-32 out from my handbag pocket, and placed it on the passenger seat beside me -- in clear view, and within easy reach while not being threatening.
I rolled down the passenger side window a couple of inches as the fellow approached, and quickly established that he really was a 16 year old boy whose car had broken down while he was on his way to practice with some little rock band that he and some friends had put together. I rolled down the window further, and lent him my cell phone, at which point he clearly noticed the gun, and tried unsuccessfully not to look alarmed. First he called his mom, but she wasn't home and he just left a message that his car had broken down. Then he called one of his band friends, who said he'd come pick him up. The kid was clearly ready at this point to part ways with the lady-with-the-gun, but I insisted he first call his mom again, and leave a message with his precise location, and the info that he was expecting his friend to pick him up shortly. Then I went on my way.
I've always wondered what this kid said later to his mom and to his band buddies. At any rate, I know he went away with a new concept of what middle aged ladies in wood-sided station wagons may be carrying around with them. Hopefully the experience nudged him in the direction of becoming a pro-RKBA voter. At least he knows first hand that people who routinely carry guns aren't all criminals, and that some are nice ladies who stop to help when they see a teenager stranded with a broken down car.