It was time.
I had to get it done.
I could not put it off anymore.
I walked into the store that liberals love to hate. All because of that one thing.
I walked without even casually looking around at anything there. I was a man on a mission.
I reached. I stopped. It was all mine.
I sat down on the seat at the blood pressure measuring machine. I erased the display and slid my left arm into the designated slot.
I looked up as I hit the "start" button. Waiting for the pharmacist was a white guy, about 45 or 50 years old. He had a camo-colored baseball cap that had the letters "NRA" in bold and uppercase. On his side, was a gun in a holster.
A white guy with a gun in a store.
The machine whirred and whizzed and the tightness on my arm eased. I shifted my attention to the display, wondering whether the sight of the gun would have caused a spike in the numbers.
Steady Eddie, despite the gun!
I don't care whether or not liberals or conservatives love that store; I am not going there anymore. This pacifist does not want to witness people parading their guns in public spaces.
If the stereotype holds good, then the gun-carrying white guys won't come to shop at the places where I get edamame and paneer, and I will gladly restrict myself to those stores alone ;)
It is so bizarre that people--almost always white guys--publicly walking around with guns is apparently acceptable, but the sight of a woman wearing a hijab makes this country go ballistic!
America, what a country!