As I was stepping off the curb in a shopping center to return to my car in the parking lot, a man in a car parked in the handicap space said the above six words to me.
"Show em your holster and they'll let you cross" (referring to the cars). "I keep mine right here on the dashboard."
I smiled and kept walking with my cane.
"I've been in your place, girl." His final words.
Just another one of my many strange encounters.