… when your girlfriend is borrowing guns from you. The conversation goes something like this:
Me: “We’re going to meet a couple of other bloggers at Geno’s in Philly. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there. Used to be an ok neighborhood. There was a shooting nearby not too long ago, so I don’t know about now. If parking is tight, we may have to walk a bit.”
Bitter: “I’m leaving straight from the district once work lets out, so I won’t have a gun.”
Me: “Well, if you want, you can borrow my Makarov.”
Bitter: “OK, I’ll do that.”
And that she did, but it’s still an OK neighborhood. I hardly ever carry a backup gun, but it is kind of cool to have a backup girlfriend :)