I'm still shaken up over yesterday afternoon.
For one reason or another, work had to cut me a physical check rather than direct deposit. Being that I now work within walking distance to my bank, the Mrs. requested that I simply drop by on my way home and deposit it.
It was a very, very difficult time for me. I had to walk inside a bank. Me. Armed to the teeth in a place we're told where there's no need to carry weaponry. It took every last ounce of self control to override the Glock's mind control rays. How I was able to restrain from shooting the teller for not smiling enough or blasting the rude guy in the queue, I don't think I'll ever figure out.
And I won't even mention having to fight for the parking spot. Blood was almost spilt over that, I'm sure.
It was a close call, to be sure.