ImJustRick
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Sure, this is well-covered ground, but I love the stories everyone has to tell about the various characters one comes across in the shops. I mean, I don't know about y'all, but I think the shopping is half the fun.
So anyhow, I took a walk today, to the only downtown gun store. I was looking for the (seemingly elusive) Kahr that I've wanted to pick up for a while. They didn't have it - no suprise - but I continued to nose around anyhow.
In walks the first of two goofballs. Goofball A is a private security guard. I know this because he is wearing a private security guard outfit, and because he has every single possible accessory on his web belt. We're talking mini- and full-size Maglite pouch, cuff pouch, heck... there might have even been a portable mess kit and the Tactical Olive Drab Field Toilet Paper Dispenser on that thing, it was so loaded down. The only thing missing from his Complete Uniformed Private Security Person outfit was - you guessed it - a firearm.
Well, the fella asks to see a Kimber Pro 1911, and when the shop guy handed it over, he started er... pointing it at things, including me. He was kind of holding this thousand-dollah piece like you see in the movies, sort of a Weaver-meets-confused-puppy, head-cocked to one side sort of thing. He quickly dry fired it several times, but at this point I walked into the other room in the store because I'm not crazy about having knuckleheads point pistols at me. :banghead:
On my way out of the store I see knucklehead #2 (and knuclehead #2's girlfriend) have come in. Don't get me wrong, here. I'm not one to preach about anybody's politics. You don't have to like mine, I don't have to like yours. Even if your politics include tattoos and patches indicating that you are a proud member of the Aryan race, as his did. Yes, in walked a kid who fancied himself a nazi.
Like I said, I was on my way out the door at this poiint, but I noticed that he and she were very interested in the Intratec 9mm nd the used Tomcats in the case... the stuff down at the cheap end of the counter. This taught me that a) Gang bangers come in a variety of colors and b) Stupidity crosses color lines.
So that was MY lunch hour today. Anyone else?
-Rick
So anyhow, I took a walk today, to the only downtown gun store. I was looking for the (seemingly elusive) Kahr that I've wanted to pick up for a while. They didn't have it - no suprise - but I continued to nose around anyhow.
In walks the first of two goofballs. Goofball A is a private security guard. I know this because he is wearing a private security guard outfit, and because he has every single possible accessory on his web belt. We're talking mini- and full-size Maglite pouch, cuff pouch, heck... there might have even been a portable mess kit and the Tactical Olive Drab Field Toilet Paper Dispenser on that thing, it was so loaded down. The only thing missing from his Complete Uniformed Private Security Person outfit was - you guessed it - a firearm.
Well, the fella asks to see a Kimber Pro 1911, and when the shop guy handed it over, he started er... pointing it at things, including me. He was kind of holding this thousand-dollah piece like you see in the movies, sort of a Weaver-meets-confused-puppy, head-cocked to one side sort of thing. He quickly dry fired it several times, but at this point I walked into the other room in the store because I'm not crazy about having knuckleheads point pistols at me. :banghead:
On my way out of the store I see knucklehead #2 (and knuclehead #2's girlfriend) have come in. Don't get me wrong, here. I'm not one to preach about anybody's politics. You don't have to like mine, I don't have to like yours. Even if your politics include tattoos and patches indicating that you are a proud member of the Aryan race, as his did. Yes, in walked a kid who fancied himself a nazi.
Like I said, I was on my way out the door at this poiint, but I noticed that he and she were very interested in the Intratec 9mm nd the used Tomcats in the case... the stuff down at the cheap end of the counter. This taught me that a) Gang bangers come in a variety of colors and b) Stupidity crosses color lines.
So that was MY lunch hour today. Anyone else?
-Rick
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