Well, it's the last time I'm going to ever open-carry, other than sanctioned events, gatherings, meetings, on the range, or off the beaten trail. Not again in public. I showed up at one of the local Starbucks right at 2 o'clock (I didn't have $2 bills, so I figured if I timed it right...*lightbulb: idea!*) to protest the boycott that the Antis have their panties in a twist over. I had Mas's latest book, which I thoroughly enjoy reading. I had a black leather coat on, with my Glock 22 in a Tagua Gunleather OWB holster undernieth it. My plan was to, once I ordered my coffee, find a seat, take off my jacket, and relax. After I ordered my Fappachino, I glanced around, and the place was packed. Luckly, there was an open leather seat at the back of the shop. I took it until a table opened up. As I got to the seat, I took off my coat, and a "hush" came over the shop. As I draped my coat against the back of the chair, I sat down and glanced up. There was more than a few eyes glancing my direction. I just ignored them, and continued my business, until the table in front of me opened up. When it did, I got up, draped my coat over the back of the opposite chair, and sat back down to read. 45 minutes later, I glanced to my right, noticing a black-suited-leg, and a voice called out "Hello Sir." I glanced up, expecting to see someone who supported the 2A, a gun-owner, or someone who objected to my presence with a gun. Instead, it was a member of Vancouver's Finest. I said "hello sir." He asked if he could talk to me for a minute, and I said "sure, should we step outside?" He nodded politely, and I asked if I could leave my things on the table. He said "sure, no problem." I got up and followed him out. As I stepped outside, I said to him "I can probably guess why you're here," with a small smile. His Seargent came walking up the sidewalk and stood politely next to me. He smiled and gently patted me on the shoulder to move me under the awning outside the shop (it was raining lightly, and breezy). The officer nodded and said "yeah, you know...open carry, it's..." "Controversial?" I offered. "Yeah," he continued. "And yeah, Starbucks has a policy, but people see you in there with a gun, and they can't tell if you're a cop or not." (We were outside a 6-lane very busy road, that was extremely loud, and I was wearing hearing aids, so I listened very carefully, and I am pretty sure that is close to what he said). "Completely understandable," I agreed. He asked to see my ID, and I gave him both my CWP, as well as my license. "Got a Glock?" he asked, glancing at my gun. "Yes sir, Glock 22." His Sgt. asked if I still lived at the same address, to which I responded "yes." He wrote down my info on his pad. The officer who addressed me called the Sheriff's office (or dispatch, I'm not sure) regarding my permit. He asked my middle name, and his Sgt asked my for my DOB. I don't think his Sgt's radio was working. I asked them if they were called out here, and he said "yes. Somebody gave us a call. We'll just check your ID, and be on our way." I tried to explain that I was here protesting the boycott, and the officer said "in solidarity?" I said "yes sir". Both men were very polite. I was very impressed at their professionalism. At the same time, I was sorry that they had to waste precious time responding to this "problem", rather than someone who could have really used their services. After a minute, they gave my stuff back, and I was allowed to go back inside. I shook the officer's hand and thanked him. I believe he stepped back inside to talk to management, but by the time I reached my seat and looked back towards the door, I could see him outside, walking back to his car. Once I got back inside, I noticed a couple of people staring at me and, after a minute, I glanced at my coat and thought "concealed means concealed." At the risk of having them called back out again, I went ahead and put my coat back on, where it stayed the rest of the time I was there. For the first time since I got my permit when I was 21 in 2004; the first time I open-carry, the Cops get called. I don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon. I'm glad they didn't write me a citation or arrest me for "Unlawful Display". Now that would have been, not only embarrassing, but damaging to our cause to promote our 2A Freedom.