Funny phone call from the local gun store

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I received the following message on my cell phone the other day:

"Hi! This is Ron from Barts. I just wanted to let you know that your husband is in here and there is a Garand he needs for just $500. I figure that'll leave you $500 for your girls weekend. Have fun! Bye."

I laughed my head off. Ron's trouble because every time my husband goes in there, Ron hands him something that he knows he'll like. Now sometimes he's picked something out for me too.

Anyone else have any funny stories about their relationship with the gun store workers?
 
They probably sold it Cslinger, Ron said he had a couple people looking at it already when he showed it to me. It was converted to use M14 mags btw, you can see my very recent thread in Rifles and the comments people have about them.
 
I once got a call from a clerk at a gun shop telling me that a couple of guys had come in looking for guns and since he didn't have what the guys wanted, he gave them my address. Talk about "ticked" off! I am not a dealer, rarely sell guns, and certainly don't want strangers coming to my house looking for guns.

I could never be 100% sure, but I strongly suspected the two guys who turned up were BATF. They claimed they were from the state, but their car had no front tag, indicating it was out of state. Then they kept changing their story. First they just wanted a gun for "protection". Then they said they were target shooters, then collectors. But the goal was to get me to sell them a handgun. I kept saying that I only had a couple of guns and they were not for sale. Finally, the two turkeys left.

I wrote to my congressman, both senators, and the director of BATF, asking if they had nothing better to do than to pay overtime on a Saturday to try to entrap honest people. The congressman and, surprisingly, the director, answered. The director denied the guys were his, but I took that with a grain of salt. I have not been bothered since, though.

I gave the gunshop clerk merry hell and told him what I would do to his anatomy if he ever mentioned my name to anyone again. He never did.

Jim
 
Should that ever happen again, just excuse yourself, go to another room, and call the police.

Make the guys pull their badges to show to the local cops.

If nothing else, it would be amusing.
 
Fortunately, the 01 FFL I normally go through is fairly circumspect when calling my home or work regarding a pending purchase. He will leave a message in either or both places but simply states, "PKAY, your package is in."
 
Mine was when I went down to my favorite gun shop and bought a new toy. I pulled out my Drivers license and the sales clerk didn't even look at it.
He filled out all the paper work including my address, SS number and Birth date off the top of his head. That was when I knew I was spending too much time and money in that store. That was also when I realized that I had a problem :D
Yeh right!!!!
 
Nathanael_Greene, Be very careful what you ask for. :)
ALS, Your FFL does not need to know your SSN.

Hank comes through front door at work and receptionist says "Randy Called" Hank says "What did he say?" receptionist says " nothing except to tell you that he called." Hank says "hmm" and walks to office where secretary says "Randy called" Hank says "I'll be back" :D

He looks out for me and I'm pretty sure that I helped put his youngest kid through college. :) I'm darn sure about the middle Kid. :eek:
 
Not exactly the same, but I have a funny story from Keisler's in Indiana.

Back before they got so big I used to trade a lot. In Indiana you could hunt deer with a handgun but not a rifle. So I went in with a B-78 Browning and wasn't even sure they'd trade with me. I wanted a Ruger Redhawk, stainless.

So one of the guys looks at the gun and sets it down to wait on another customer. Meanwhile I'm buttering up the manager to try to get the best deal I can, cause I know I'm going to have to kick in some $$ for the Ruger with rings.

Anyway, the guy who set it down goes over and opens the cash register. It's one of these heavy duty turbocharged jobs and when the drawer opened my rifle went flying across the room. It hit with a sickening thud and the guy bout dies.

He ran over and said, "It's alright! It's alright!" From across the room I said, "Look at the forearm." The forearm had a fair sized nick in it.

The manager didn't even look up after that. He just shook his head and said, "What do you want?" Paydirt! I tried to contain myself. I walked over and picked up a brand new stainless Ruger Redhawk with Leupold
2x silver scope.

(When you've got 'em by the throat their hearts and minds will follow.)
 
Mike, you are a sick, sick, devil.

I wouldnt have expected anything less.

BTW - I almost bought another P&R magnum. Model 27-2 8 and 3/8" barrel. It was $250-275, but I didnt want an 8".
 
It shows you are an addict when the FFL has you on speed-dial, Gee a have a few customers like that!
 
Yeah, I have spent enough time in various gun stores to get more than one phone call.
I was driving down the street and my cell phone rings. Hey Ken, this is "Betty" from ___________ Shooters Suppy. Who ? Yeah, Ok, Hi. Hey remember you were in here a few months ago and mentioned that you were looking for a nice clean S&W Model 17 ? :D (I only go in there a few times a year, and yes I bought the Model 17, and while I was at it they had a real sweet 617: what can I say ? I couldn't make up my mind. Which is why I get calls like that).
Another store: Hey Ken, this is Terry from the gun store. Who ? Oh yeah, hi. Hey I had a woman come in here trying to sell her dead husbands 1903 Colt. I don't have any spare cash to buy used guns right now but I told her I knew someone that was looking for one. You want her number ?
 
I was in one store where I'm a regular about a year ago. One of the owners sees me eyeing a pistol, asks if I want to buy it. I said, "Naw, I should hold off, my wife would kill me if I bought another right now, since I just bought two others recently."

He then says, "Well, I can print up some raffle tickets and a flyer so that it looks like you won it."

Ha!
 
me and my local FFL have been doing business since I was old enough to buy pistols...We have had more than one problem with him tempting me...I walk into the store, he puts a Mak90 that is in pristine shape on the counter...I pick it up and "love" on it a bit, I glance at him and he already has the yellow form half way filled out for me..lol

He is also the following...

My minister

My counselour

My wailing wall

My tormentor

My business partner



and my friend..

When he dies, I am going to move my shop to Alaska and bug the crap out of WildAlaska!!:D
 
I got an un-funny call from a gun store once. I had just purchased a new handgun and well this moron doesn't write the serial number down correctly (okay no problem, I read the serial number off).

The problem is, that he called my cell phone and I gave him the serial # as i was at the range. He verifies it and all is well. Well, I get home later that night and the phone rings, the wife answer it. The guy goes hey I wanted to verify that serial number again on that new gun you bought one more time (wifey didn't know about said gun). I pick up the phone and the guy goes hey let me verify that number one more time. I'm like dude I had the gun in my hand and we triple checked the number on the phone with me earlier. He then goes oh yea, I forgot and hangs up. I'm like you moron, now explaining to wife that this was a gun that I had order'd way back when wasn't very fun. Needless to say, she went shoe shopping the weekend and got me back.
 
I have one dealer who calls and says, we need to talk. That means bring the checkbook because he has found something he knows I like. I think he must know my banker also because he seems to always know when I have some spare change.
 
Around my birthday I was in my local shop looking for a present for me from me. Well there was a beautiful Ruger .41RemMag Hunter in the case that I wanted REAL BAD. My gun guy told me that it was spoken for so me being me I started working on him to get me that gun. He must have told me 5 times that he couldn’t sell it to me when I hear a voice coming from his office saying “leave it alone it’s spoken for.†Hey I know that voice, the wife was there getting me a birthday gift. She paid for the Hunter, wouldn’t let me open it until my birthday and told me I damn well better be surprised when I opened it at my party. I was. :D
 
I regularly use the "My wife would kill me" line at the shop. Well one of the guys got fed up once and picked up the phone. I didn't have a clue... He called my house and said, "Hey, Hon, your husband is in here and wants this Springfield but says you'd kick his ass if he bought it, would you?" She said "Hell, I don't care, write it up."

Funny thing was I didn't have my check book with me. Suckers made me drive back to the office and get it!

Oh, they had a kid come in one time who wanted a Spas 12. Having none they sent him to my house. I'm asleep on the couch when this kid comes knocking and tells me what he wants. OK, I am still asleep and so without much thought I told him "Yeah, $1600."

He started pulling hundred dollar bills out of his pocket.

I didn't want to sell it but JEEZ! He left poor but happy and I called the shop and said "What the HELL was THAT?!" They just laughed and said come on over, we've got a couple goodies here...

Yeah, I left broke but happy, too.
 
My main dealer ain't too good about finding or setting stuff aside for me. Even though I've spent over 10K with him in the last six years and don't want to think about what I've spent there in the past twenty. Problem is, I'm small fry. Augusta has a lot of doctors and a good many of them are into guns or hunting or both. They spend more than that a year with him. So they get the phone calls:D

A few months back I was in there and the place was hopping. I had a question about a gun and the owner asked me to wait until the store employees had waited on prior customers. No problema, senor. So, the owner got free and started talking with some guy (probably a doctor) about a recent golf game while I listened. I listened to the play on holes 1, 2, and 3. On Hole 5 my butt climbed on my shoulders and I walked out. Serious thoughts of shaking the dust off my sandals and cursing the place. But I queried several of my fellows and received the advice to calm down and discuss the matter with the owner.

About three weeks later, I was in the store. Saw a damn nice used Model 66 S&W. Asked the owner what was the best he could do me. He knocked $200 off the listed price which wasn't bad to begin with:what: I think he realized that he was about one millimeter away from losing my business.
 
If, I have been by in 2-3 weeks, I get a call from one of the workers who I told, let me know if anything interesting comes in. I had a phone call 15 mins after they unpacked a HK P2000SK and it was in my hands an hour later:D

John
 
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