Ranger Roberts, I mentioned this one before in a similar thread and it happened at exactly the same place:
I'd walked in on a Wed. night to pick up a pistol with my 4-year old son. As we approached the counter, I noticed a young "PA Cowboy" and his "gals."
(I don't know if that's just a PA thing, but the young guy in his early 20s, slim, tanned, dressed to the nines in western shirt, pointy boots, hyper-curled straw cowboy hat, big belt & buckle, and attended by two young ... uh ... "hotties" I think is the term, who'd turn heads on the stuffed critters hanging on the walls -- all looking like they'd just stepped out of a Country Music Television video. I mean, it's PA. The real cattle folks I know and work with wear coveralls, trucker caps, and rubber boots...but anyway...)
He's looking at an Uberti or some such SAA clone, and as we get there he takes a big step back and -- if I'm lyin', I'm dyin' -- starts
TWIRLING it!
You ever see something so flipping unexpected you simply can't process it for a minute. That was me, and the counter clerk too, I think.