axeman_g
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The Racist Gunshop thread made me remember a very funny moment in my life .. I thought I would share it. This story does not really fit with the Racist line, so I started a new thread.
One very rainy Saturday afternoon while I was in college at UGA, I was sitting around the cottage with my roomates girlfriend, Jane (named changed), shooting the breaze and probably recovering from a hangover. A little background on the "Jane", she was a Criminology Major, planning to go on to a pathology career, kenpo trained, loved firearms. She had just returned from her second internship with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation at the Federal Training Facility (FBI, ATF, US Marshall) in Brunswick Georgia. A very capable, dangerous and slim hottie we called her. She introduced me to the wonders of Asps and batons.
She says "lets go look at guns at F%^&%%^*". This is a large shop in the Athens, Georgia area. We go on over and I am looking at GP100s, and Rugers. She is standing at the counter looking at the cases, and nobody, I mean nobody will help her. There are 4 or 5 guys waliing behind that counter waiting on everyone else, all males, but her. If I had been behind the counter I would have jumped at the chance to help her and possibly get a number ...
Anyway, she starts getting pissed and I walked over and asked if she wanted to leave. She says "NO ... watch this." The next guy that walks near her she politely gets his attention, some persistence was needed. She asks to see a Springfield .45 on then top shelf. The salesman, a younger version of his good old boy daddy, gingerly takes the gun out, lays it on the counter and starts the verbal diarhea about how powerful that guns is, and how in his HO she would be happier with a smaller caliber. Jane proceeds to EXPERTLY strip the Springfield into all it pieces.
"You know," she says in a little southern accent, " Springfield should really start using one piece solid alloy guide rods instead of two piece steel one." (or something like that ..I did not really understand it at the time). She then quickly and expertly puts the SA back together racks the slide and hands it grip first to the now stunned, mouth agape young republican frat, redneck boy. And waltzes her little tush out away.
As we walked out, I put my arm around her ... and gave the sales staff a look that said " yeah ... thats my girl ... and she could really hurt me if I ever give her a reason" and away we went , laughing the entire time.
How about it .. especially the ladies ... ever had trouble at the Gunshop or range that is funny ... I am actually pretty sure itn happend more time then we guys would like to think.
One very rainy Saturday afternoon while I was in college at UGA, I was sitting around the cottage with my roomates girlfriend, Jane (named changed), shooting the breaze and probably recovering from a hangover. A little background on the "Jane", she was a Criminology Major, planning to go on to a pathology career, kenpo trained, loved firearms. She had just returned from her second internship with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation at the Federal Training Facility (FBI, ATF, US Marshall) in Brunswick Georgia. A very capable, dangerous and slim hottie we called her. She introduced me to the wonders of Asps and batons.
She says "lets go look at guns at F%^&%%^*". This is a large shop in the Athens, Georgia area. We go on over and I am looking at GP100s, and Rugers. She is standing at the counter looking at the cases, and nobody, I mean nobody will help her. There are 4 or 5 guys waliing behind that counter waiting on everyone else, all males, but her. If I had been behind the counter I would have jumped at the chance to help her and possibly get a number ...
Anyway, she starts getting pissed and I walked over and asked if she wanted to leave. She says "NO ... watch this." The next guy that walks near her she politely gets his attention, some persistence was needed. She asks to see a Springfield .45 on then top shelf. The salesman, a younger version of his good old boy daddy, gingerly takes the gun out, lays it on the counter and starts the verbal diarhea about how powerful that guns is, and how in his HO she would be happier with a smaller caliber. Jane proceeds to EXPERTLY strip the Springfield into all it pieces.
"You know," she says in a little southern accent, " Springfield should really start using one piece solid alloy guide rods instead of two piece steel one." (or something like that ..I did not really understand it at the time). She then quickly and expertly puts the SA back together racks the slide and hands it grip first to the now stunned, mouth agape young republican frat, redneck boy. And waltzes her little tush out away.
As we walked out, I put my arm around her ... and gave the sales staff a look that said " yeah ... thats my girl ... and she could really hurt me if I ever give her a reason" and away we went , laughing the entire time.
How about it .. especially the ladies ... ever had trouble at the Gunshop or range that is funny ... I am actually pretty sure itn happend more time then we guys would like to think.