This is dedicated to my best friend Metamorphosis who requested this story.
So me and some friends, the above included, went to a sports bar one night. Being the bad asses that we are, we went in there armed to the teeth. I went in with a 5-inch hunting knife with a faux stag handle my grandfather gave me right on my belt. Figure if I'm gonna kill someone, gonna do it with a sentimental weapon. So I figure that if its legal to carry up to a 5 1/2 inch knife on your person in public, it won't be a problem. Also, I'm wearing my shirt out and a pea coat over it. The bottom of the sheath barely shows under it. So, we walk in dressed all in black. We cut through the fucking crowd like a hot knife through butter. Anyway so we start playin pool. We get drinks. We've been playin for about an hour, when some guy comes up to me and asks, "That sheath got a knife in it?". So I'm thinkin " Nope, it's the wooden spoon of death, you stupid bastard". But self control gets the better of me and I blatanly tell him yeah. " Well you're gonna have to take it outside", he says. Fine. I go out to our vehicle and take it off. The other bouncer we went through the first time comes out and is starin right out me. He asks me "You had a knife on you?". Once again, a blatant yeah.
"I didn't know that!".
"Sorry!" (very, very, sarcastic)
In short, it ruined my entire night. There were no signs anywhere. They were just being dicks. If I ain't actually infringing on anyone's rights (in this case, stabbin the shit out of someone), then people need to shut the fuck up.
Anyway, anyone got any thoughts?