Carrying a Pickle

Whoa, that first post was pretty heated.  I don't anticipate them all being me on a soap box.  Today's post will be for those of you who like their salsa mild.

Officer and I met in college - before he was a cop.  And clearly we went on very different first date's with each other because neither of us recall it quite the same way.  Or even close.  I was your typical old fashioned girl and I wanted Officer to actually ask me on a date, you know, use the words "WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?"  Since he did not, before the waitress even took our drink orders, I let her know we would be on separate checks.  (:  Now, for those of you out there thinking I was mean to Officer, please know that I had been courting him for months.  He was just now giving me the time of day and it was my turn to play hard to get.  Anyways, a short background story on us.

After marrying Officer, I realized how foreign guns were to me (and how comfortable he was with them, I mean, I guess you have to be to put one on your waist every day for work)  I had no idea how to handle them, what to do with them, how they worked!  My dad only had girls, so we didn't hunt or go out and shoot guns for fun.  In fact, I think I had only handled ONE gun prior to marrying Officer.  Needless to say, the first month after our marriage was very interesting.  He'd ask me to move a gun and it was like I was a child.  Where do I touch it?  Why did I just swing it and point it at the dog accidentally?  Oh boy, did he ever have some training to do.  For the first three months if he would leave the gun in the console of the car, I would ask, "won't the heat make it shoot?"  Ha, I'm sure he had plenty of laughs from that.  But, I can't be the only cops wife who didn't know about guns?  Aren't there some others out there than can relate to me?  Disclaimer: Officer has since trained me on gun safety and now I know how to properly handle the machinery.  But, Officer grew up with all boys and so he had no idea what he was getting himself into.  (:

While we're on the subject of guns, I never like to ask Officer if he is carrying his because I don't want others to know/panic.  "Hey Babe, Do you have your gun?" Cue mass chaos throughout the store.  So, I always try and be sly when I'm asking him about it - epic failure.  "Hey, are you hot?" - You know, people say "I'm packing heat", so if you're packing heat, you're hot.... no?  He didn't get it either.  "No sweety, I'm fine.  Are you hot?"  Then, I started asking if he wanted a pickle.  There isn't any logical reason behind this one, but I thought that might be why he understood.  Again, not the case.  "Do you have a pickle?"  "Um... no?"  Then, when he finally figured it out he said "Babe, I have a pickle, just so you know"  "Um... ?"  Ha, so we officially cannot be sly when asking if he has his gun.  Any good tips out there for this one?  Or will we forever be that couple walking around talking in a code that the other one doesn't understand?  Let's be honest, we probably will be.  But we'll also be the happiest couple walking around doing that, forever in laughter at the other. 

Any other cops wife's out there with a good story about adjusting to this life style?  Please share!