Concealed and carried

Months ago, Beth, Jody, Dwight and I took a conceal and carry class. This is so we can legally carry a concealed weapon. It was a lot of fun and I learned quite a few things. I reinforced my dislike for automatic guns. My reward? Dwight bought me the cutest little LCR (light carry revolver). I like revolvers because I know how many bullets are ready and where the brass is-too many times flying brass has hit me or went down my shirt (the boobs are not a fan).
So I've had my conceal and carry license for some time. I've never bothered to carry it with me because I'm usually with Dwight and he ALWAYS has his. I'm working nights now which means I get off at midnight and pull up the driveway around one am if I haven't done a Walmart run. This still hasn't been enough to encourage me to carry. Until..my father-in-law came to check on me yesterday morning. There was a breakout at the jail (no one I knew), but the jail is seven miles away. That crazy man scaled twelve feet of fence and razor wire to hit the Little Buffalo. The Little Buffalo feeds into the Buffalo (aka two miles from the house). He's accused of attempted murder and is considered dangerous so I'm protected. Went through two road blocks after I practice what to say to the police about the gun but all they wanted to know was if I had seen anyone suspicious. There was a heavy police presence going home too, but no more road blocks. I haven't see the escapee and they haven't either. I don't have a problem using the gun and I'm glad I have the choice to carry and that's about as political as I'm going to get today.