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Well, I went to a gunshop to buy some pepper spray for a lady I know. Lo & behold in the used gun case was a 1920 rework (9mm) bolo Broomhandle Mauser. It's got the police markings on the front strap. Mostly matching (the floorplate & follower weren't) and no importer markings suggesting that it was imported before importers markings were required or as a souvenir (so it's not a Chinese rebuild).
The price was reasonable, my will weak and it beckoned me to bring it home. Another client hovered menancingly nearby, his eyes filled with envy. Was he a plant by the insidious (
) dealer to fuel my anxiety or was he a legitimate customer? I fondled it and it spoke to me again. "I'm the mate for your first Broomhandle." My eyes saucered. Never has a gun spoken to me before. The voice was sweet yet strong. Like the sirens who tried luring Odysseus to the rocks, my resistence was collasping quicker than walls of Jericho.
I filled out the paperwork and the dealer tucked it quietly out of sight. I hope no one else asks me to pick up anything for them.
The price was reasonable, my will weak and it beckoned me to bring it home. Another client hovered menancingly nearby, his eyes filled with envy. Was he a plant by the insidious (
) dealer to fuel my anxiety or was he a legitimate customer? I fondled it and it spoke to me again. "I'm the mate for your first Broomhandle." My eyes saucered. Never has a gun spoken to me before. The voice was sweet yet strong. Like the sirens who tried luring Odysseus to the rocks, my resistence was collasping quicker than walls of Jericho.I filled out the paperwork and the dealer tucked it quietly out of sight. I hope no one else asks me to pick up anything for them.
