I don’t get out much. Nor do I play well with others. But on occasion I’ve been with a group of people — in Austin — who don’t know what I do for a living. There’s always someone who does. And they always reveal my ballistic shtick. Reactions vary. But someone invariably asks if I’m carrying. Sigh. I have a range of answers. “Concealed means concealed.” “Operational security demands discretion.” “No.” “Yes.” Does this happen to you? How do you deal with it?