I was in a high-drug traffic area, taking pictures of a historic building; a church that at one time was the "negro school" in the days of segregation. Since I've been in law enforcement, I've always had a firearm on me, on duty or off; and this day I had a 1911 in a shoulder holster with a coat over it. After taking a few pics, one of the neighbors comes off his porch and starts walking up to me. "Hey, nice camera, whatcha taking pictures of?" The entire time, he wasn't watching me; he was watching the camera (a Pentax K-1000; guess he didn't know how little it was worth). He got within about 10 yards when he noticed the shoulder holster under my coat. Without missing a beat he said "Hey, is that a gun?" and kept walking.
All of the hookers thought I was taking pictures as part of a sting operation and wouldn't believe me when I said otherwise. So I took their picture.
there is no hope for the world
