Went to pick up ice cream for the Mrs. who wasn't feeling too well last night. I was armed as usual, but the scent of ice cream masked the Hoppe's #9.

Lady in front of me jumped the line to get her brood dipped cones even though I had clearly been waiting longer than she had.

Interestingly enough, my Glock sustained a massive failure and did not jump out of the holster into my hand thus allowing me to spray bullets all through said lady's rather plump form.

That's the problem with being a law-abiding gun owner, you don't ever get to live up to the Brady's definition of law-abiding.