The hubster & I went to Gander Mountain tonight. I really like that place and I only go if I’ve saved up a little ca$hola to spend, because I know I’m not getting out of there without something I didn’t know I couldn’t live without like an excellent sage green winter corduroy jacket for me and some awesome stuff for MiniMe.
After looking through camping stuff, we split up and I wandered back to the firearms section to find it was completely remodeled! There must have been ten times the stuff that they had before! It was like Disney Land.
The two Gander guys behind the counter were talking about places they do (and don't) shoot and I went up to the counter to ask them a couple questions. First I was going to ask about the increase of guns they had, then I was gonna ask to see a Rock River Arms rifle (sweet!!), I also saw a card on a Glock 17 that said “used” and I was going to ask if they buy or trade or how that works, and then I wanted to look at a Ruger KP95PR just to see how it fit my hands different than my Kahr.
So I stand there. And stand there.
… and stand there. I make eye contact. I say “hi”. I tap on the counter glass and point at the Ruger. I did everything but start singing show tunes and I was a half step away from that after about ten to fifteen minutes of listening to why one of them goes around joining ranges and never using them once. *sigh*
I get frustrated and walk away from the counter and see the hubster coming down an aisle to find me.
Just because I *had* to know, I pulled him aside and asked him to go stand in the spot where I had just been and see how long it took him to get noticed as a potential customer.
Thirty-five seconds.
That really frosted my cookies!!
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