When I was serving in Norn Iron some 50(!) years ago, I used to pack a “personal protector” Colt .38 auto in a shoulder holster under my jacket. One evening, in the mess at Aldergrove, we had a fine party with a number of local ladies. Towards the end of the party, one of said ladies dropped a handkerchief on the floor and I, being a gentleman, bent down to pick it up for her. At this stage, my personal protector fell out (steady!) with a loud clunk onto the floor at her feet. The room seemed to fall silent for a few seconds as I mumbled my apology and re-seated my piece.
The lady in question was an RUC constable and thought it was hilarious but I did modify the holster with some Velcro, to avoid repetitions.
Heady days!
Mog