I was at a local gun shop the day before my little othopedic surgery and a trio of brawny lads come in. They're buddies coming from a construction job to shoot on the indoor range. The 1911 one is carrying on top of his gun box is locked open and the mag is in the gun box (obviously they've been there before since it's one of the safety measures for customers to the range to have the slide locked back [or cylinder rotated out]). Nice guys. None of them acting stupid just coming in to "blow off some stress".
They're being very congenial and joking around with the young lady behind the counter when I hear -
ow ow OW GRAB IT GET IT OFF! OWWWWW
Right away I know what this means (having made the same sound before) and this guy's buddy obviously doesn't know what it means since he's just standing there looking at his pal like he's suddenly sprouted horns.
I run around the counter laughing and grab the grip and slide and rack the slide back releasing the fleshy part of the web of his hand. (Ow indeed)
The young man has the presence of mind to sqeek out "Thanks" and then begins to hop around alternately cradleing his hand and shaking it. Showing great control he does not break into any profanity and does not chew out his buddy that didn't know what was going on.
They're being very congenial and joking around with the young lady behind the counter when I hear -
ow ow OW GRAB IT GET IT OFF! OWWWWW
Right away I know what this means (having made the same sound before) and this guy's buddy obviously doesn't know what it means since he's just standing there looking at his pal like he's suddenly sprouted horns.
I run around the counter laughing and grab the grip and slide and rack the slide back releasing the fleshy part of the web of his hand. (Ow indeed)
The young man has the presence of mind to sqeek out "Thanks" and then begins to hop around alternately cradleing his hand and shaking it. Showing great control he does not break into any profanity and does not chew out his buddy that didn't know what was going on.