I’m not a caustic person by nature, but I have my moments like everyone else. Cut me off in traffic? I’ll likely curse your name. Take the last bacon, egg and cheese breakfast taco? Our houses are at war. But strap a gun to my hip and I’m the friendliest Texan you’ve ever met. I’ll gladly yield to you on the road and you can feel free to Bogart that last taco as I’m trying to cut my intake a bit anyway. When I’m strapped . . .
I tip better and make polite conversation with the checkers at my local grocery store. I say please and thank you and sir and ma’am. Maybe it’s because I’m always a bit more aware of what’s going on around me when I carry. Or maybe it’s the knowledge that I have a very powerful tool tucked in my waistband that has the potential to alter lives if used improperly. Either way, an armed Tyler is a polite Tyler. How about you? Are you a nicer, friendlier person when you exercise your natural, civil, and Constitutionally protected right to self defense?