Averageman
Member
I was shipping a Colt 1991 off to have some custom work done on it by a in state Gunsmith and FFL. His instructions included a bit of a warning about dealing with these folks and the issues I might encounter.
So, I was warned, but I had no idea I would encounter something on the level of an episode of "The Three Stooges." when I tried to send my pistol through Fed Ex.
The Clerk "We don't ship firearms."
Co Worker "Yes, we do ship Firearms."
The Clerk "Do you have an FFL."
Me "No, I'm shipping it to and FFL."
Clerk "Then we cannot ship your Pistol."
Co Worker "Yes we can as long as he is shipping it to a FFL holder."
The Clerk "Are you shipping it to an FFL?"
Me "Yes as I stated earlier I am shipping it to an FFL, here is his name and address on the label."
At this point her Co Worker takes the information from me to verify the package is going to an FFL. I get to go to the end of the line while he does the verification.
45 minutes later and $78.00 lighter, my pistol is insured for its value (another three way conversation full of "No we cannot's" with the Co Workers "Yes, we can's" ) and is on its way to San Antonio.
I'm not sure if She just didn't want to help me or She was totally ignorant of the process, but it certainly was a frustrating experience.
All that was missing was an eye poke and a thrown cream pie.
So, I was warned, but I had no idea I would encounter something on the level of an episode of "The Three Stooges." when I tried to send my pistol through Fed Ex.
The Clerk "We don't ship firearms."
Co Worker "Yes, we do ship Firearms."
The Clerk "Do you have an FFL."
Me "No, I'm shipping it to and FFL."
Clerk "Then we cannot ship your Pistol."
Co Worker "Yes we can as long as he is shipping it to a FFL holder."
The Clerk "Are you shipping it to an FFL?"
Me "Yes as I stated earlier I am shipping it to an FFL, here is his name and address on the label."
At this point her Co Worker takes the information from me to verify the package is going to an FFL. I get to go to the end of the line while he does the verification.
45 minutes later and $78.00 lighter, my pistol is insured for its value (another three way conversation full of "No we cannot's" with the Co Workers "Yes, we can's" ) and is on its way to San Antonio.
I'm not sure if She just didn't want to help me or She was totally ignorant of the process, but it certainly was a frustrating experience.
All that was missing was an eye poke and a thrown cream pie.