But it also could be a patronizing thing to do, like asking them to wax your car.
I guess it might have been a different situation, but I felt kind of honored when a friend (Randy) at work asked me to bring his new Model 70, .416 Rem Mag home and shoot it because he'd run out of adjustment on his scope, and the rifle was
still printing about a foot high at 100 yards. He asked me to shoot it at least once with the scope, and if it printed high for me too, to yank the scope off and shoot it with the iron sights.
It was after I got the rifle home and we drove down to the gravel pit to give it a try that I didn't feel quite so "honored." I leaned the rifle over the hood of my truck, squeezed it off at the 100-yard target I'd taped to a cardboard box, and that darned thing kicked me so hard it made me dizzy!
And it hit "about a foot high!"
So, I yanked the scope off it, lowered the rear sight all the way down, and shot it again. Same thing - about a foot high, and I was already scared of the rifle after only 2 shots. So the next thing I tried was walking downrange until I was only about 25 yards from the target, It had been raining that day, and I didn't want to sit down in the mud, so I just sort of squatted down and shot again. It didn't make any difference - when that rifle went off, it sat me down in the mud anyway, and it still hit 3 or 4 inches high!
I took the rifle back to Randy the next day and told him what I'd found. I also told him that was the hardest kicking $^&^%* rifle I'd ever shot in my life!
Randy ended up shipping it back to Winchester, they replaced the bent barrel, and Randy took a nice leopard and several species of African "planes game" with the rifle later on that year. He never asked me to shoot it again though.