I have a friend that is a Hiway Patrolman and he relates this recent traffic stop:
He pulls over a little old lady for straying over the centerline on the hiway. He can immediately see that she has certainly not been drinking, but he asks for her drivers license, proof of insurance, and all the rest. She opens her purse and what does he see but one of those giant nickel plated Desert Eagle semi-auto pistols! He advises her to put both hands on the wheel and to keep well away from the gun. Next he asks if she has a concealed weapons permit and she says, "Why yes! Of course!" He has her step out of the car and away from that handcannon in her purse.
He follows all proper procedure and immediately asks if she has any other weapons. She replies there is a Glock in the glovebox as well as a snub nosed .38 under the seat. He is a little set back on his heels and asks, "Is that all?!?!" She responds very quetly, almost whispering, "I have a .22 derringer in a bosom holster, too. I'm afraid I can't show you that one, though."
He can't contain himself any longer and blurts out, "What are you scared of, maa'am?" She looked him straight in the eye and said, "Nothing. Not a dad-gum thing."
