oldfart
Member
I've been wanting to try some different ammo in my .22 rifle. I know there are two places here in Portland that can help me but one of them is the Sportsman's Whorehouse and I won't even go in there to get out of the rain! So I walk into the Gun Room and ask for some Wolf target ammo.
The jerk behind the beard told me that they don't carry any of the "crap." His attuitude seemed to indicate that he thought I was some sort of parasite that had come in on the bottom of a real customer's shoe. When I mentioned that the ammo had been getting pretty good reviews he turned away with a comment about "literary prostitutes" who will write anything to get paid.
I know, I know... I'm just not as bright as I should be. I guess I need to have someone insult me once in awhile. It also helps when the insultor's attitude is overbearing, imperious and just generally bad.
Someone remind me from time to time that I should never again go into that place. My blood-pressure can't handle it. :banghead: