Yesterday I finally had to put away my old battered Eotac Lightweight vest (not made anymore, damn it) and start using a Woolrich my beloved Better Half got me for Christmas. As I was leaving work and kitting up in the parking lot as discreetly as possible, I was approached by a co-worker, a gentleman well in his 70s who wanted to ask me a question about the vest.
I mentally went “Oh crap. After 13 years of carrying concealed with a vest, somebody finally has tagged me. Blame Michael Bane’s last podcast! He jinxed me!”
So I readied myself to be polite and prepared myself to be asked the usual questions about why I carry, is it legal, etc. Instead the gentleman said he liked the vest a lot and wondered where he could buy one for himself! So I wrote down the brand and model and told him that the easiest way was to get it online from slew of merchandisers.
The Myth of the Shoot-Me Vest remains a myth. I think sometimes we worry about stupid stuff instead of the things that can actually hurt us.