Last Day Behind the Far Side of the Gun Counter

       I've served my last day at the far side of the gun counter of Ye Olde Gonne Shoppe.

       I've been offered an outstanding opportunity to resume my aerospace career.  I jumped on that opportunity with both feet. 

       We must move again; leaving the home, community, and state that we've grown to love.

       New horizons await!

Felonies are Forever

      Dooood, someone told you that felonies drop off your record after 10 years -- and you believed them???

       No Hi-Point for you!

Take Your Non-Business Elsewhere

       Dear unvalued customer of Ye Olde Gonne Shoppe; 

       If you announce you're definitely going to buy your firearm from an on-line store and not from us, then rudely order me to show you several of the guns, you will not be served. You are stealing my time and the company's money. We are not the unpaid showroom for Bubba's Lube and Guns. 
 
        And I look forward with great anticipation to never seeing you again.

#retailintheinternetage

Don't Be This A-Hole

       Safety isn't a sometimes thing.

       Just yesterday in the hallowed halls of Ye Olde Gonne Shoppe, a goober rudely demanded to be shown a rifle. He sneered at the Vortex scope, then used it to draw a bead on a woman customer in an orange sweater. That got him an immediate command; "SIR! Point the gun UP and BACK!" He didn't comply, snarling that he was testing the optic on a contrasting target. (After all, plenty of deer wear safety orange.) I finally got the rifle from him, cleared it, put it on the rack, wished him a good day, and walked down the counter.

       Cletus stood there sputtering.

       He may still be there.

       I don't care.

       I won't leave a weapon in the hands of such an ignoramus, someone so willing to violate the rules of gun safety and assault an innocent. Col. Cooper's Rules of Gun Safety are the very foundation of our gun culture, defining our basic interactions and our core ethos of respect, responsibility and safety. We ignore them at our peril.

Uhhh.... You Were Saying?

       If you are a very lovely young lass, amply blessed by Nature's God, and dressed to thrill, please do not lean over the gun counter at Ye Olde Gonne Shoppe.

       It does no good to the Firearm Sales Associate's focus and concentration.

#oldebutnotdead

      To the good, I passed my heart stress test with flying colors!

Toast

       Cuba Libre! Death to (Raul) Castro!

        It's been one of those days of wading in the shallow end of the gene pool at Ye Olde Gonne Shoppe.

Sumdood

       Sumdood called Ye Olde Gonne Shoppe asking about a particular type of handgun favored by the more discriminating banger. 

        You could smell the weed over the phone. 

        Sheesh, doood. You'll need to be able to coherently put more than three words together before we'll sell you a gun. We'll even count articles.