True convention story:
Many years ago, I was at a con down south. Like most cons, the elevator situation... well, left something to be desired. So there were large crowds in the lobby waiting for the elevators on Friday and Saturday nights.
Now, at this time, there was actually more than one group booked into this hotel. One was the con. The other was a National State Trooper conference. So, standing in front of me, waiting for the elevator, was a state trooper, decked out in full uniform, with smokey bear hat, motorcycle boots, and gun, standing next to a Klingon, in full regalia and latex appliance work.
The trooper turns and, with that stern state trooper glare from behind his sunglasses (yes, he was wearing them indoors), looks the Klingon up and down.
The Klingon turns and, with that stern Klingon glare from behind his crested forehead, looks the Trooper up and down.
They look at each other for a moment. You can almost hear the theme from "The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly" whistle in the background.
Then the Klingon asks, "Say, is that a Glock 9MM?"
The Trooper smiles and says, "Why, yeah... we just started issuing them..."
And the two start having an enthusiastic conversation about gun collecting.
Only at a con.
