Years ago, my wife won a Baikal O/U 12 gauge. Ugly as sin. Swung like a piece of lumber. Suggested we trade it for something she might like. She told me to buy a pistol. Wonderful woman she is. Went to a LGS, walking in with the box, the gun guy calls to me from the counter, some 30 feet away, about how if I was bringing the POS in there to try to sell or trade, I should just **** and take that POS back to my car. Thanked him for being the rudest MFer I'd seen in a long time, and told him plainly where he could shove the gun counter and everything in it. Turned and left, with the owner (different dude) chasing me down and apologizing. Fat lot of good at that point. I told him I understand his counter guy wasn't interested, and I understood his apology, but it would have gone a lot smoother if he would have handled it better. Told him I would not be back. Haven't been.
This same gun trade is also the best experience I've ever had at a gun counter...took the gun, then, same night, to the Holiday Sports that eventually morphed, years and years later, into Gander Mountain. Young guy working the counter, saw the gun, told him I was thinking about trading it, it was brand new. Said he's be interested in working something out. A Govt Target Stainless MK II Ruger .22 caught my eye. Don't remember the price, but suggested I might be interested in working something out, if he was interested. Remembering what I had in the Baikal (2 $5 raffle tickets) and the value of the thing on the market at the time, (they weren't highly regarded) I'm thinking my gun and a hundred should be pretty fair. Before I could open my mouth, the guy offers me said pistol, plus $100. Gave him the neck muscle stretch...Oooo, that's not what I was thinking... He goes to $150 and a brick of .22. Told him if he made it two bricks, we had a deal....
I've never run so fast in my life, and kept looking back to be sure I wasn't being chased.....