So, a few minutes ago I leave my hotel and walk a couple of blocks over to buy Skoal (a filthy habit and apprently a dangerous one).

On my way back, these two young AA guys move from their side of the street to mine. They cut me off. One (I'll call him corn row) says he needs to "borrow" a twenty, while his friend (bald guy) is sticking his hands in his hoody. Its about 50 degrees out. I am wering a typical Fl. outfit. jeans and a plain black silk Hawian shirt, untucked, with a zippered fleece piece. I simply said no to the demand for monry and very visibly put my hand on my G26 which is in an RH cross draw IWB and they took off. No weapons, no threats, just showing the gun and all was well. I can't even call the cops as no crime was commited. Still, it woke me the hell up at midnight, and I am very grateful to Eric for reccomending the G26 and SC for their reciprocity with Fl..
FQ13 who still thinks Charleston is a great town, but is freaking out a bit at actually having to basically threaten someone with a gun even if no words were exchanged.
PS The scary part is that I was willing to draw and fire. They were in my face at midnight wanting money and both were bigger than me. It could have gone so wrong, so fast. Luckily, I had control over my mouth and they weren't idiots. Still, I am wide awake