I'm at Purebread Deli over the weekend, grabbing a bite to eat with my sister because it is just too damn hot to go shooting as I'd planned, and I'm open carrying the 1911 in its Talon rig. As usual no one ran out of the store like a headless chicken screaming "HE'S GOT A GUN!" Anyway, I go to refill both of our soda's, fill mine, put it to my right, fill my sis's, put it to my left, and then promptly turn and proceed to elbow the soda all over the floor, counter, and my 1911.
I think I was about a million times more worried about the fact that, "oh my god, people just saw me do that, what a dumbass!" than I was about the fact that I am now standing in the store patting down myself and my carry rig with a rag. No, neither the lady who brought me a rag nor the other two store employees said anything about the gun. People rarely do and that's fine by me.
Why am I writing this? Because I thought my embarrassment might amuse you.