I've got 2 good ones. First one is just stupid, second is scary.
Okay so I'm at the range (this is more of a hole in the ground full of dishwashers and tire rims) and it's just me and an older fellow with a woman, probably his wife. After a while we come to an agreed cease fire to set up new targets. As we are down range a group of 6 guys (kids would be a better term) get out of a single truck and start to unload. Every one of these guys has his own SKS except one who has a PGO shotgun. When I get back to the makeshift firing line I say something like, "Cool guns, what do ya got there?" The guy with the shotgun says "This is my Winchester 12ga, this is the real deal." Meanwhile, the original man at the range just finished setting up his paper targets. Guy with shotgun loads up, waits for original guy to get behind the line, then proceeds to pepper original guys targets with birdshot. Original guy was absolutely livid about what had happened and was as red as a sports car when explaining to shotgun guy what he did wrong. Everything about shotgun guy was just a joke.
So I'm showing my buddy my new Walther P22. I show him how to work the safety, release the mag, rack the slide, and check to see if unloaded. (basic safety training) I figure my buddy is smart enough to be left alone with my pistol for about 2 seconds while I get a glass of water. I'm standing over the sink filling my glass when I hear "POP!, Whizzzzzzzz, PING!, THUD!"
He had loaded a mag, slapped it in, racked the slide, released the safety, and pulled the trigger..... He told me "I don't even know what I'm doing".
First: I had JUST finished explaining how to make sure the gun is safe. Second: Any idiot would know that when you put ammo in a gun and pull the trigger it might go bang. Oh yeah, the bullet hit a frying pan (just above my head) and richoced into the wall (just in front of my head).
I came real close to eating that bullet. Needless to say I always count my blessings.
-Dev