I am 44 years old, something I don't like to publically admit (j/k, kind of). In 44 years, I have never felt the need to bring a gun to work, or anywhere else. I did have a pocket knife on my key chain once. That thing was so handy, too. But, a gun? Never.

And, if my employer wants to search my car? Go for it. Watch out for the used tissues from the chronically infested sinus cavity I call J, and zone bar wrappers. Oh, yeah, also, that cup that had milk in it from the am? Can you rinse that out, too?

I don't care who searches my car- search away. But, if you steal a Wiggles CD, you are in for it, Mister.