So I have been trying to decide whether or not to share this experience...
I stopped at the County Clerks office last week to add a handgun to my license. Their office is in the court house, a secured area, so when I got out of my vehicle I gave myself a pat down to make sure I was ready to enter. No gun. No knife. No other knife. No camera. Got my keys. Got my paperwork. Got my wallet. Good to go.
I wander in, and empty my pockets into the dish to be screened. When I walked through the metal detector, it beeped. No suprise, my belt buckle will do that everytime. As I am getting wanded, I hear it beep near my left kidney. It is that point when I puckered hard and started sweating.
I immediatelly apolagized and told the deputy that I had forgotten to remove my spare magazine and that I would return it to my vehicle if he pleased.... However, I was pretty sure I was in a bit of trouble.
Pleasantly suprised, he told me not to worry about it and that they would write me a receipt and I could pick it up when leaving the building. Whew!
As I picked up my mag on the way out, he casually asked me what agency I was with. It was his turn to look suprised when I told him I am just an ordinary guy. I thanked him, apolagized again, and scooted out of there before he could say a thing.
All is well that ends well, I guess.
I stopped at the County Clerks office last week to add a handgun to my license. Their office is in the court house, a secured area, so when I got out of my vehicle I gave myself a pat down to make sure I was ready to enter. No gun. No knife. No other knife. No camera. Got my keys. Got my paperwork. Got my wallet. Good to go.
I wander in, and empty my pockets into the dish to be screened. When I walked through the metal detector, it beeped. No suprise, my belt buckle will do that everytime. As I am getting wanded, I hear it beep near my left kidney. It is that point when I puckered hard and started sweating.
I immediatelly apolagized and told the deputy that I had forgotten to remove my spare magazine and that I would return it to my vehicle if he pleased.... However, I was pretty sure I was in a bit of trouble.
Pleasantly suprised, he told me not to worry about it and that they would write me a receipt and I could pick it up when leaving the building. Whew!
As I picked up my mag on the way out, he casually asked me what agency I was with. It was his turn to look suprised when I told him I am just an ordinary guy. I thanked him, apolagized again, and scooted out of there before he could say a thing.
All is well that ends well, I guess.