You know what I realized when I woke up this morning? That I finally have a way to truly ward off annoying people at bars in restaurants; I can just whip out my gun! What better way is there to get rid of the guy who keeps telling me he's in a band all night?
Thank goodness this could never really happen. I don't have a handgun permit, I don't own a weapon, and if I even fired a gun, well it probably wouldn't go well. Plus, I would get arrested and that's not on my list of things to do before I'm thirty. But the fact that handguns are now allowed in Tennessee bars and restaurants is just something more to think about when I go out for a beer after work. My opinion is pretty unimportant and I understand where both sides of the issue are coming from because both have valid points. It's just slightly disconcerting that someone who's had a little too much tequila with dinner could also have a gun stashed in her purse. I'm not saying I will stop going to places that allow handguns as opposed to those who don't, I just know I will start paying more attention. Because when I go out for a beer after work I don't want to be worried about something careless or harmful or stupid happening. And trust me, I'm in college, I know stupid.
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