Seems to me that there is a magical sequence of words necessary to get through it without getting bruised, tazed, and/or ventillated. "I have a gun legally concealed..." is theoretically liable to get you killed.
"Dear Police person, I understand that your union-protected right to be able to clock out at the end of your shift and go home clearly trumps my right to not bleed out here on the sidewalk. In that spirit, I am obliged and honored to inform you that my shirt currently conceals a manually-operated gizmo that you may or may not personally approve of despite its legal and constitutional status. I shall to touch it, think of touching it, or think of you thinking that I'm thinking of touching it lest I become an impediment to your above mentioned right to clock out and go home. Please feel free to restrain me in the most embarrassing and demeaning way possible so you can feel safe, warm, and loved while removing the offending object from my waistband. I simply ask that you kindly be aware of the disposition of your index finger while performing this action as my body currently has a sufficient quantity of holes. Did I mention that this pavement tastes wonderful? Thank you and please accept my pledge of $50 to the PBA."
That ought to do it...hopefully.
That ought to do it...hopefully.
I am so stealing that......