Brings another story to mind:
I'm with my wife at the gun counter of a big-box outdoors store window shopping. This biker couple catches my attention (all decked out in black leather, chaps, red bandannas, biker tattoos, the whole nine yards) as they walk up to the counter, and after much talking amongst themselves and pointing at the various guns, they ask to "see a few". As I'm making my way down the display away from them, I notice this couple is very negligent in their handling of firearms, and they dry fired several handguns repeatedly, with no regard to where the muzzle was pointed.
Then, as I was thinking that it couldn't get much worse, the woman asks to see one of their small-frame .38s, then proceeds to point it right at her companion's forehead, right between his eyes, and dry fire it several times as she lets out this long, maniacal laugh.
As soon as I heard her say "So what do you gotta do to buy a gun here?" I was practically running for the nearest exit, with my wife right on my heels.
No, it's not a shooting range, and theoretically, the guns are *supposedly* unloaded, but the moron clerk who continued to hand the other morons firearms while standing there watching them handle them the way they were should have been fired immediately, or at the very least transferred to the Women's clothing department.