Gander Mountain in Harrisburg, PA: There's the Swedish guy behind the counter (Bjorn? Sven? Now I can't remember if one of those is his name, or if I took to thinking of him as a Bjorn or a Sven as my usual "Swedish male names"), who is serious and opinionated, but very nice, helpful and direct. I don't agree with him on certain aspects of gun aesthetics, but he's a serious shooter and knows his stuff. The others, there, too have been mostly respectful and friendly, and have been pleasantly honest when they don't know things, and admitted it. There's the occasional obvious ex-military cop-talking stiff-necked type, but even so, I've never felt badly treated there.
By way of unhappy contrast, I stopped a few days ago at Clayton's, a shop in Bucks County (north of Philadelphia), and was left slackjawed at the rudeness I experienced there. There seemed to be an ongoing argument among the employees (some of whom I got the feeling were related to each other, but I am not certain of this), in which I as "that guy looking at guns" (referred to as "that guy" in loud conversations taking place around me) was just an annoyance preventing their acrimony from reaching a full and righteous head. One guy (facing away from me, doing things on the computer that didn't look to me to be work-related) repeatedly answered my questions in the shortest, brusquest way possible, not even turning his head all the way to meet my eyes. The end of the world? No. But very off-putting.
Clayton's selection was actually pretty good (compared to the shop most availalble to me while I'm at school in Philly) -- quite a few 1911s, a few Czs, various revolvers, even two PM7s, a gun which I've seen in person only at gunshows thus far. Easily 20-30 minutes of enjoyable poring. Makarov, tempting ... no! (No! No more caliber creep! No!) Also, unlike in some stores, most of the gun's prices were both visible (no need to constantly ask the price) and fairly reasonable seeming, at least for those guns I knew enough to have an idea of what I consider reasonable to mean.
I asked about .45ACP moonclips (they didn't have any, not too surprising -- fairly esoteric), and about the price for transfers. Not bad, actually ($20 for long gun, $30 for handgun), but this information was practically spit on me, as if I was rude for asking.
I might go back there again (my route each Wednesday goes right by it), but I'd like to ask the employees to complete Tim's Retail Courtesy Training Institute's intensive training course. This course addresses:
- Eye contact
- facial expression
- appropriate behavior around customers
- Tone of voice
- Body language
- Diction and clarity
- Initiating and relinquishing contact with customers
- How to respond to questions without seeming adversarial
A positive story: There's a tiny shop (I wish I had a card! I am not sure if I could locate it right now ...) where my brother and I stopped several years ago to buy his first / only pistol -- a Cz-100, somewhere in Eastern Tennessee. We'd been talking about it, and he mentioned he was interested in getting one, when we were out driving and passed this place, went inside to see what was on hand. The fellow there was courteous, friendly, spoke nicely about the features of various pistols, etc. I know the Cz-100 has a reputation something like that of the S&W Sigma line (that is, "mixed" at best and mostly based on the trigger), but my brother liked the looks of it, it fired the cartridge he wanted (.40), the price was right, and I was glad that he ended up with a Cz, even though I didn't get my
own Cz until just last month. The clerk (whom I believe was also the owner) was happy to help us, even though we admitted up front we came in more out of curiosity than to buy, and were both in need of tutoring. This reminds me, I want to ask my brother if
he knows the name of that shop. I wonder if it's still around!
Also, I want to go shooting with that gun
I am not enough of a goldenfingers to care about most allegedly awful triggers, though I appreciate good ones well enough.
timothy