Here’s the deal: About two months ago, my wallet flew out of my pocket while on a roller coaster at SeaWorld. The good news is, it’s probably at the bottom of a lake somewhere, so at worst, there is a ‘gator out there that is stealing my identity, but the bad news is, my entire life was in that wallet. My driver’s license, my Social Security Card, my Green Card and my concealed carry permit.
Now, to be fair, I.C.E. and the Florida DMV have actually been fairly amazing: I got my driver’s license back in a matter of minutes, and green card (while expensive to replace) was sent to me in a just a few weeks.
My concealed carry permit, on the other hand, took two months to replace.
Why? Is it REALLY that more involved a process to replace a state permit to carry a gun than it is a federal permit that says I can live here permanently? And why did it take me 15 minutes to replace one state permit (my driver’s license) but 86,400 minutes to replace another?
Get on the ball, Tallahassee. This sort of thing is embarrassing.
In the meantime, not having my permit meant I couldn’t carry a weapon. The pistol obviously falls under this restriction, and Florida’s carry laws are so vague, I wasn’t sure about my centerline knife either (heck, even my auto-opener was on the bubble).
Not no more. While it feels good to walk around with all my accoutrements in-place once more, the fact of the matter is a) I live in a really quiet, well-upholstered section of God’s Waiting Room, so my chances of a stupid thing happening to me are quiet small to begin and b) I’m to the point that I can spot the potential for a stupid thing to happen LONG before it actually occurs.
But still, it’s nice to have all my options with me once more.