We were in Mexico, but I was somehow alone, Bob having gone on (home?) ahead. He had brought a shotgun, for some legitimate purpose, hunting, I presume, but he had left it with me, and I had it in a tall, narrow carrying case that I suddenly discovered wasn't zipped all the way, and I stealthily zipped it up, afraid someone would see the gun and therefore notice me. I was in a shop, and there was a display of old, gold coins, and I really wanted one. I picked one up and looked at it, and it was beautiful, but I put it back. I really didn't want to get in trouble, or even to get noticed.