Scaring the White People

Whoops.

Scared the white people today.

Had a doctor's appointment this morning. Just a physical with a new doctor; nothing critical.

Chatted through the usual battery of questions about lifestyle.

Then he said, "Alright, if you'll take off your shirt and hop up on the table..."

Crap. Didn't even think about it ahead of time. Oh well.

Pulled off the shirt, hopped up on the table. He didn't say anything.

He listened to my chest in front, then moved around back. Deep breaths, etc. Didn't say anything.

Then, while still behind me: "Is that a gun?"
Yep.
"It's a real gun?"
Yes.
"Do all you dispatchers carry guns?"
Nope.
"Why do you carry that?"
I'd carry a cop, but they're too heavy.
"A cop? Is that a bigger gun?"
(I blinked.) No... a cop. The guys in blue uniforms with badges and guns?
(No answer.)
They get a little cranky when you try to pick them up and carry them around.

He let it drop and we went on to other things.

Whoops.