Signs like this one are a constant reminder that I am in Texas, though. Note, I can bring my gun to the local coffee shop. I just have to be sure it’s licensed. Not that I’m completely anti-gun, either. I can see why some people like shooting at targets at firing ranges. There must be some sort of release in all that firepower. Whatever works for you. I’m much more concerned about what it reveals about a person that he or she thinks bringing a gun for morning coffee is necessary. I mean, how afraid of life are you that you think the most benign of daily activities may be life-threatening? Isn’t all that fear exhausting? I remember in grade school, the wimpiest thing a guy could do is bring his big brother to a fight, to kick your butt if he couldn’t handle you. Isn’t a gun just a warped variation of that? That’s what I see when I see someone with a gun strapped to his hip, anyway. I see irrational fear.
