The other day, I’m on a plane wearing my ParaUSA shirt made by Blackhawk!, which by the way is an excellent travel shirt because it’s comfy and has lots of pockets. Anyway, as I sit down in my seat, the guy next to me says “how’s it going”, indicating that he is the worst aircraft companion – a plane talker. I am normally the kind of guy who puts his headphones in a reads his book and doesn’t really talk to strangers. Luckily, my shirt saved the day.
Mr. Plane Talker turns to me and says “ParaUSA, what’s that?” I being a polite person smile and say “oh, they’re a firearms manufacturer”, at which juncture I can feel him recoil away from me. It got even better though, because the guy standing up in the row in front of me says “Oh yeah, Para – they make some neat 1911s, right?” So then he and I had a brief chat about the virtues of John Moses Browning’s design, which only further served to distance Mr. Plane Talker from me.
What’s funny is that I wasn’t even trying to scare him, I was just wearing a shirt. It probably didn’t help that on the flight I’m reading “The Combat Auto” by Bill Wilson. But never at any time was I up in his face, I was just relaxed and trying to mind my own business. Had I been antagonizing the guy, it’d be a different story; but his reaction was all his own.