When my Dad retired (and also got his Concealed Carry Permit) he bought a bunch of Hawaiian shirts. It was a shock. To put this in perspective, until I turned 25 I NEVER saw the man with his shirt untucked. He got out of bed in the morning, pulled on a pair of jeans, and tucked in the t-shirt he had slept in. He never leaves the house in anything but a button-down, and for 25 years of my life, they were ALWAYS tucked in and oh, yeah, his gig-line is always perfectly straight.

Then he needed to conceal a firearm and started walking around in un-tucked Hawaiian shirts.

Mom and I nearly had a heart attack.