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I think I committed a social faux pas. At the same time, I’ve been watching reruns of House, which may be skewing my level of social acceptability. If I use House as my baseline, I was as polite as one would be to the Queen.
My husband got some gift certificates to Cabela’s and decided we should get some camping gear and a hunting rifle. I spent my time looking at Columbia clothing on clearance, but that only lasted about ten minutes. So I wandered over.
I don’t know much about guns and I generally don’t hang out by them. I saw some amazing replicas of 1800’s revolvers. I told my husband a real man would hunt with black powder revolvers while taking the law into his own hands. He ignored me.
So I looked around a bit. I saw a couple buying a rifle. The woman, in a tank top, was leaning over the display case. I didn’t pay much attention until she turned around and I saw she was breast feeding.
No blanket. Just sort of out there. And that’s when I committed the faux pas. I stared. I will admit it. I stared. I normally don’t pay any attention at all to breast feeding and I have no real opinion about covering up or where you should breast feed. Do what you think is best, I say.
That being said.
If you choose to breast feed while buying a rifle, I don’t think it’s beyond the scope of imagination to think you’re gonna get a few looks.
Rifle…. Scope…. I don’t know much about guns and yet I just made a HILARIOUS pun.