This past Saturday, soccergirl went to a birthday party (complete with Moonbounce!) for one of her classmates. This gave Mrs Gunfighter and I the chance to spend a few hours together without the constant background chatter of "mommy!, mommy!, mommy!, mommy!, daddy!, mommy!, mommy!...." well, you get the idea.
After dropping sg at the party, we went to Target, went to Panera's for lunch, and then went to Border's to browse for awhile. While we were at Panera's I noticed a guy whose attire screamed "COP". I could see where his badge was, and I could even see his poorly concealed pistol that he had holstered on his ankle. As much as I wanted to, I didn't say anything to him... I didn't want to blow his whole image while he was having lunch with his family.
Later, while we were in Border's, I saw another guy whose attire practically screamed police. This guy was so bad he was wearing his gun in such a way that anyone making the most feeble attempt could have taken his gun.
OK, so I'm trained to see these things... that doesn't mean that the bad guys don't see them.