doc540
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Another "don't do this, kids" thread, I guess.
Year's ago my dad was interested in buying one of my AMT .380 Backup's. In his office at the bank, I removed the magazine, checked the pipe and handed it to him to examine.
I explained him it had to be cocked for the safety to operate (or something to that effect).
He examined it a while as we talked, but he was still confused about the safety opertion, so I repeated what I'd told him earlier as he handed it back to me to demonstrate.
DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!!!
I racked it back, peered into the pipe, racked it closed, showed him how the safety operated, then carefully aimed down between my feet to the office carpet and clicked the proverbial "empty gun".
Anyone remember just how loud those little suckers were???
He'd reinserted the magazine, so checking the pipe was doing only half the job. When I let the slide fall I reloaded it.
Everyone in the crowded lobby just froze, all looking toward his office door.
I was embarrassed and mad at myself for the serious mistake I'd just made. I walked to the office door and let everyone know all was ok.
Dad wasn't mad and never said a word about it since early in his banking career he'd torched off a 12ga pump inside the bank vault.
(I have no idea were the bullet fragments went. It just made a hole through the carpet and pad down to the slab.)
I was a lucky, lucky dumbazz that day.:banghead:
Year's ago my dad was interested in buying one of my AMT .380 Backup's. In his office at the bank, I removed the magazine, checked the pipe and handed it to him to examine.
I explained him it had to be cocked for the safety to operate (or something to that effect).
He examined it a while as we talked, but he was still confused about the safety opertion, so I repeated what I'd told him earlier as he handed it back to me to demonstrate.
DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!!!
I racked it back, peered into the pipe, racked it closed, showed him how the safety operated, then carefully aimed down between my feet to the office carpet and clicked the proverbial "empty gun".
Anyone remember just how loud those little suckers were???
He'd reinserted the magazine, so checking the pipe was doing only half the job. When I let the slide fall I reloaded it.
Everyone in the crowded lobby just froze, all looking toward his office door.
I was embarrassed and mad at myself for the serious mistake I'd just made. I walked to the office door and let everyone know all was ok.
Dad wasn't mad and never said a word about it since early in his banking career he'd torched off a 12ga pump inside the bank vault.
(I have no idea were the bullet fragments went. It just made a hole through the carpet and pad down to the slab.)
I was a lucky, lucky dumbazz that day.:banghead: