I took my wife, my son and his girlfriend bowling last night. I locked my gun in the car because I didn't want to be bowling with a gun on my hip. Lets face it, people do fall down at the bowling alley all the time. Anyway there was this group of people in the lane next to us. The men were all tatooed up. My brother is a tatoo artist. So don't go there. Both of my daughters have tatoos. These guys were the type that look like trouble makers. Not people with art on their bodies. They were all intoxicated. Their heads were all shaved. I would call them white trash. But they were Hispanic. I guess trash comes in all colors. And they had women and teenagers and kids with them. I bet there were 15 people in their group. They were being total *******s. They were walking onto our lane while we were trying to bowl. They were giving beer to the teenagers too. This went on for about an hour. I finally went to the desk and complained. They watched them for about 5 minutes and shut them down. But then they gathered around a table directly behind our lane. There were plenty of other empty tables including the one behind the lane they had just been kicked out of. They stayed there for around an hour until we finished bowling. It was like they were trying to intimidate us. My wife was very nervous. She asked me to go out to the truck and get my gun and then come back for her and the teenagers. I could see where they all were so I headed to the truck. I grabbed my gun and put my holster on. I put my extra mag in my back pocket. About that time their group came out to the parking lot. I was so glad to have a 1911 with 17 rounds of 45 acp at my disposal. i went back in and found my family. My wife said it was as if it took them a minute to realize I was gone. It is because I was the first bowler. I imediately changed shoes and went to the car while the rest of the family was bowling. It was not until the rest of the group started changing their shoes that they noticed I was gone. I slipped back in through a different door. By the time we all got back out to the truck they were gone. Maybe it was just coincidence. Maybe not. But I was glad to have my gun with me. And I was glad it wasn't my 5 shot snubby.