I took my Hk MP5 to the local indoor range.
Oh row, as my hairlipped friend used to say, I was packing in the auditorium for the International Festival of Peace music festival I describe above. And I had a hawaiian shirt with WW2 bombers on it.
I was testing the waters, fully expected some pimply kid to call me a war monger or something! But I doubt any of that crowd would recognize the Enola Gay.