I took my grandson to see Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter on its opening weekend. When we got to the theater, I took my Kel-Tec PF9 out of the center console (in a pocket holster) and put it in my pants pocket. He saw. “You carry a gun in the theater?” he asked. “It’s my job to protect you,” I replied.
Now I have to practice head-shots with the thing. Maybe I ought to get the laser…