I was feeling ambitious, and I needed to fill the windshield fluid on the car, so I headed out to Walmart. Parked the car, popped the trunk, pulled out the case, holstered my 1911, slid in a mag, and headed into the lion's den.
Walked all the way to the auto department, clear in the back of the store, got a friendly hello from the greater, passed a couple manager types throughout the store, and costumers all over the place. I sometimes forget how crowded that place is when you're not there at 3am.
Grabbed a jug of fluid, went back to the check-out, paid, went back to the car, filled up the fluid, and secured my pistol back in the trunk.
No mass panic, no children crying, no over-zealous Plover PD. Woot!
Freshly emboldened, I drove over to Best Buy, and wandered around the DVD section for a while. Picked up a couple movies, and headed home.
Carried my Kimber Cutom II in a Fobus paddle. Finally got around to ordering a tan Serpa for it tonight (I like the tan color, and a little more retention doesn't hurt either).