I wanna hear more about this! 
The precise details are not important. Suffice it to say that the occasion justified taking the R9 to hand, and no one laughed -- neither I nor any of the drunken and/or drugged SOBs who professed to have some inappropriate designs regarding the beautiful lady to whom I have the honor to be married and the rather expensive automobile in which we were parked. These clowns muttered a few expletives which impugned my ancestral heritage, apparently remembered that they had other business elsewhere, and careened off down the mountain in their smoke-belching "klunker."
In about seven decades of life, during which I have been in one so-called "cold war" ("cold" like Hell), one "peoples' revolution," one "civil war," and one "military coup," I have learned from both ends of the muzzle that the sight of a 9mm pointed at one's center mass tends to focus one's mind -- perhaps not as acutely as a .45 ACP or a .50 AE would do, but very much focused on the aperture itself and not on the size of the weapon behind the muzzle. When pointed directly at you, the aperture of a 9mm looks very,
very large. Anyone who would laugh under those circumstances would either be a fool, or have a death wish . . . or both.
