I have a biz trip of sorts next week, so last night saw a visit to the range to re-qual on the .40 Glock. Pretty sure it went ok…
The real trouble comes after the range time, when you have to walk through the retail area to the exit. This walk invariably takes about an hour to accomplish, due to the extraordinary number of pretties on display. I was particularly enamored of a shiny Stoeger coach gun, I’m sure you can see why:
I was less enamored of the new Henry 30-30 however, since it weighs a metric arseload. Still beautiful though.
One note to gun store employees: when I ask you a question regarding a firearm, if you turn to my husband to make the answer, I will never spend a dime in your establishment. I am fairly certain you cannot tell just by looking the relative level of my firearm experience, so assuming I’m just along for the ride makes you a sexist fuck. I appreciate the fact that you probably have to deal with a good many fingernail-clicking, gum-snapping home skillets who are only interested in the pink guns, but when I ask you for a Schofield-style top-break, you can pretty safely assume I do not fall into that category, and bloody well look me in the eye to make your answer. Just something to consider.
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Sharp as a Marble - Gun store employee fail
June 30th, 2010
Did you tell that to the employee?
MadRocketScientist
June 30th, 2010
Nope. I ain’t his momma.
Stacy
June 30th, 2010
That’s where I, as the husband, look at the employee and say “don’t talk to me, she’s the gun nut”.
David, Chandler, AZ
June 30th, 2010
My wife’s been lucky about this. We only had one time where the clerk seemed to be talking to me and not her. I just told him, “She’s the customer, I’m just here to let her know if you lie.”
McThag
July 1st, 2010
I think Husband may steal that one.
Stacy
July 1st, 2010