Physics test tomorrow morning, but taking time to tell a story.
So I'm in a shop. I've done business with them before, mostly had rifles shipped there. Did buy a Saiga at a great price there. I'm there with my mother, and we're thinking of picking up a small 9mm for my brother in law as a graduation gift.
She spots a beautiful Browning BDA under the glass. Now my mother's got an unhealthy obsession with Browning. She's got a Citori, hunts with a Browning .308 bolt action, wears her original Browning boots when she hunts, the works.
So her eyes get all glossy when I tell her that the pretty pistol is a browning. She would just love to see her Son in Law have such a great looking browning pistol.
But it's in .380. I remind her that we are looking for a 9mm. I also remind her that his hi-point carbine shoots 9mm as well.
Well she wants to see it anyway.
So we ask one of the store operators (the real owner is always in the back working on this or that) to see the browning. He lets us see it. My mother likes it, and the price is reasonable, but I tell her that ammo for 9mm will be cheaper, easier to find, and offer a wider-selection of loadings than the .380.
Well the guy behind the counter lets out a "Humph!" in a rather elitist sounding way. He proceeds to tell me that I am wrong, and that .380 ammo is much cheaper than 9mm.
I look him square in the eye and tell him he's fibbin'. My mother looked a little shocked, but I went on. I told him that I can find 9mm ammo cheaper and more widespread when compared to .380 ammo. And that includes practice and personal defense ammo.
He then takes two boxes from behind the counter and puts them on the counter in front of us. They were boxes of 20 Federal Hydrashock, one 9mm and one .380. He points to the prices.
"See?" He tries to lecture to me, "See on the tag? 9mm, 26.99. .380, 24.99!" His face beams with satisfaction for putting down an upidty youngster.
I slide the boxes back to him, saying "And the fact that I can get Federal HSTs in 50 round boxes for half that price doesn't mean jack, does it?" I motion for my mother to leave. "thanks for letting us see the gun, but don't try spin bullcrap on me or my mother."
I got a lecture when we got to the car, but I gently reminded my mother that I saved her from buying the gun (Because she does admit that she would have bought it). Not that it wasn't a nice gun, but it just wasn't what my BiL wanted.