“But I Am a Cop!”
So on my way home, I stopped at the Post Office in a very small town to check the P.O. Box. I stop about twice a week to check on it.
As is Federal Law, I disarm, leaving my carry gun locked in the car (or truck). I believe the requirement that I disarm to get my mail is illegal and unconstitutional, but the courts disagree, so I follow the law.
As I am coming into the Post Office, my holster empty (and coat pulled over it) , I encounter the Chief of Police of that small town. He is in civilian clothes and I realized that the car I had parked next to in the lot was his personal car. I smile and raise my hand in greeting.
He looks at me and says “Hi”, and then waits while I fish out my key and open the mailbox. I retrieve my mail and then turn to see what he wants…
Now this Cop is, actually, generally a decent sort. He does his job, seldom has an attitude, and is a decent guy most of the time… I have interacted with him several times over the years. His officers use our range twice a year to practice and before their certification testing (which is another good story for another time). He knows I carry, and have a permit.
“Got a question for ya, B” he says. “Do you carry here in the Post Office?”
“Nope,” I said, “Federal Law, ya know…..not worth losing my permit over…plus there is the whole prison thing…”.
“You wouldn’t just be saying that, would you?” He asks.
“Nope, I am serious. No heater today…not in here……In the car”.
“Mind if I check?”
“Actually, yes….Got a warrant?”
“No. Was just curious”
“Then I decline to be searched” I said with a smile…”Fourth Amendment, you know”
We stare at each other for a moment, then I step between him and the door and then ask….”You on duty? Or on the way home?”
“On the way home”.
“Ah, so you are here as a civilian then, not on Police business”
“Yep, if you want to look at it that way.”.
“But you are carrying,” I point out pointing at his Glock in a OWB holster…”In a Post Office….Isn’t that a felony?”
“I’m a cop” he says, and brushed past me and left….