The Real Hawkeye
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Went to the gun shop today. Always check the used 1911 section first. There was the 1911 I've been looking for forever. It was an Argentine made one, that looked like it was carried a lot and shot a little. An old one, with the characteristically quaint numerical styling in the serial numbers, and every part matched in serial number. The barrel was original, yet the bore was sharp and clean. The highly polished steel had that nice old wear pattern in the bluing. All the small parts were machined, and beautifully crafted. It functioned perfectly, and had a sweet trigger. I was in love. And they were asking the paltry sum of $350 for it. No matter how good a price, I always try to get them to bring it down. Got them down to $325. I was ecstatic, because I thought it was under priced to start with. "I'll take it," I said. The salesman seemed happy, and took me right to the register. He started me on the paperwork, and then it happened. He notices something he thought unusual about the tag on the gun. He looked closer, and realized that a new employee had taken a gun which was in the back on reserve for a customer and put it in the glass case. Someone else had it on layaway already. My heart dropped. I've been a mess for hours now, and can't snap out of it. I feel the way you do when your sweetheart drops you for someone else. Been moping and can't get it out of my mind. This ever happen to you?