The other day I pulled into the corner 7-11 to purchase gas. As I am removing the nozzle from the pump and placing it into the tank - my peripheral vision picks up and angelic site.
My mother always told me it was impolite to stare, but then again - my mother never lived in Las Vegas. As I'm standing there leaning against my car waiting for the tank to fill, I decide to take a better look. This girl was sensational! After the third glance or so I notice something strapped to her hip. I thought it was a phone or something of that nature. So I take yet another gander. Turns out it was a gun, a very big gun! Seeing people open carry weapons isn't a big deal in Las Vegas. What made this experience so unique? Truth be told is I have never seen anyone who looked so good with a firearm strapped to their hip. Seeing it was a turn on, a big turn on! So I decide to strike up a conversation:
"What kind of gun do you have?" I'm not a gun guy in the slightest, but like I said (there was something about seeing a beauty like this strapped that really turned me on). "It is a 9 millimeter and fully loaded," she tells me with a stern voice and an ever sterner look on her face. After her statement - I immediately thought about something my uncle Ned said to me, "Man, there must be something creepy about you? That's why the women in Las Vegas won't give you a second look," with that thought in mind - I figured it best to finish filling the tank and be on my merry way.
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