Hypocrisy. I haz it.

I’ve previously grumbled, complained, whinged, and ranted about how women are dismissed from total conversations regarding guns or shooting sports in several occurrences. I’ve told the tales of gun shows when I’ve asked the vendor a question, only to have him turn and give the answer to any man who happened to be standing nearest to me. I’ve opined my contempt for unjust dealings at store counters when all I’ve wanted to do was look at a gun and was made to feel invisible.
You’d think I’d have learned how to treat people by drawing from my own experiences.

I went into a store looking for these. I’ve seen them online in several places but the store where I went isn’t going to carry them at all anymore. And here’s how I found out two things.
1) They are phasing out most of their firearm related products.
2) I am a hypocrite.

I was browsing in the section where those shot holders would most likely be…in with the slings and gun socks and such.
I stood there for probably about five minutes looking through a jumble of vests and gloves and shoulder pads for recoil, thinking that I was probably close to where I’d find them if they could be had.
Once I felt like I’d exhausted where to look, I decided to just go inquire about them because I had a couple other questions about some other things I saw.
I walked through the aisle to the counter where the ammunition is locked up and there were two workers standing outside the locked area…just talking.
They both looked up at the same time with that questioning “can I help you?” expression on their faces. After a quick glance from one face to the other, my mouth overloaded my brain and as if I was on some sort of hypocritical autopilot, I directly faced the guy instead of the girl and specifically addressed my questions to him. I so suck.
While the male worker went to look exactly where I’d already been standing, I realized what I’d done.
I looked around for the female worker because I was going to say something about it, but I didn’t see her after that.
Maybe she didn’t know the answers to my questions, but maybe she did…and at any rate I’ve choked on my own critical words because I didn’t give her the chance.