I went in to a pawn shop I frequent a while back to look for bargains (yeah, right
) and there was this d-bag Eminem wanna-be was in there in his wife beater, XXXXL jogging pants hanging down to his knees, some old Jordans, holding 2 Newports in his hand, 2 behind his ear, and the pack stuck insdide the armpit of his shirt. He had hickies from his nasty skank girlfriend all over him and in that nasally congested slang said: "Yall, got any fity-cals?" while looking at the fine selection of Glocks they had. I wanted to pick up the 2 inch wrench that was on the counter and beat him until my arms were tired. Wow, that was nice. Anyway....
Another time, same shop, a fine upstanding member of society
was in there and said: "What's the cheapest gun ya got?" The guy showed him a .22 revolver and he replied: "No, I want one wif on of dem clips wif it." Then he asked what he had to do to buy it. The guy told him he had to get a permit, yadda yadda. He said: "So then after I get it, I can carry it in my pants and ***?" Where's that wrench?
I know you all are getting tired of reading, so CLIFF NOTE TIME!
Once a woman was buying 9mm ammo for her baby-daddy (direct quote) and wouldn't buy any of the ammo they had in the store because it wasn't nickle cased because "It wasn't what his gun shot."
A kid came in to Graf and Sons while I was in there and said "Can I look at some guns?" The guy said yes and the kid pointed to the biggest hand cannon they had in the case. The guy working there asked if he was 21, "No...". Of course he said he couldn't show him anything.
"Can I look at that black one then?" pointing at an AR.
"Sure, are you 18?"
"No..."
"THEN I CAN'T SHOW YOU ANYTHING!" Pointing to the door.
Disclaimer: The names have been left out to protect the idiotic, scum of America. These are true stories with a mix if racial and ethnic backgrounds. I am in no way saying that all these people were black, hispanic, chinese, Jewish, Non-Denominational, left handed, lazy-eyed, etc.