When I was driving through Switzerland, my family stopped at a small restaurant in the Swiss Alps. While we were there, 3 men from the Swiss Army came in and sat down at the next table from us. There was something indescribably comforting in seeing how they stacked their rifles together at the end of their table like it was no big deal.
Sure. And if a table of gang bangers pulled out their mac10s and laid them on the table? Like it was no big deal?