Horrified store clerk

on a trip to a sporting goods store with my wife, she wanted to purchase 4 boxes of 357 mag.
i followed her to the check out, when the cashier looked at her in disgust and asked "can't your husband buy his own bullets?"
it's the only time i have ever heard a profane thing come out of her mouth in public as she responded in a very lady like voice "they are for me dumb ***."
i laughed my rear off on the way to the car
 
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Back in the 1940s my folks owned a country general store in a small village in wisconsin. Right next door my mom`s uncle ran a butcher shop-small store. One day I was in there and ol` uncle harv was waiting on a customer and going to cash a check. Probley both guys were haveing fun putting me on as I was about 7 years old. Old harv pulled out what I now know was a huge nickle schofield or a #3 .44 close to it. He layed down the gun on the counter and looked mean counting out a few bills! Back in the same time frame I remember my dad and a shirt tailed cousin of his inspecting a matched pair of colts in our store. We had chairs for people to sit on in those days. This young fellow had just returned from montanna working on a ranch and gave me a line on all what kind of varmints he`d shot with em. They didnt worry about PC in the stores back then. Dad kept a revolver hid behind the counter. Once he was in the basement of the store doing something and a drummer came in checking stock behind the counter and spotted it. He picked it up, fasinated, pulled the trigger and the shot went through the floor narrowly missing pa`s head! The guy from montanna went up to alaska and died in a remote cabin and was found several years later. Sorry for the thread drift. Just remembering.
 
It's a sad sign of the times that you probably wouldn't have gotten any flak for a shopping cart full of booze, cigarettes, "Gentlemen's" magazines, Preparation H, condoms, KY Jelly, or anything else, but she had to offer her snyde comment about some ammo.
 
It's a sad sign of the times that you probably wouldn't have gotten any flak for a shopping cart full of booze, cigarettes, "Gentlemen's" magazines, Preparation H, condoms, KY Jelly, or anything else, but she had to offer her snyde comment about some ammo.

So true. She did not say anything about those things. ;)
 
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She may not even be a gun hater, just a man hater, or both if it was really your lucky day!
 
During checkout, the woman clerk recoiled in fear at the sight of ammunition and said "A little extreme, don't you think?" and gave me the stink-eye. She was afraid to touch a pack so she could scan it. I laughed at her as she had to pick up each of the ten packs and bag them.

When she went to touch the first 100 pack, you should have yell out, "BANG!!!" :eek:


Just kidding!
 
Just some early Christmas shopping.
Just a quick aside: The year 2012 is now half over. Start your Christmas shopping now. (Those boxes of Mini-mags make great stocking stuffers.)
 
I hope the Bi-Mart has a good insurance plan. This kind of unpleasant experience could lead to years of post traumatic stress therapy.:D
 
That's when you ask her if the store sells ski masks.

Seriously though I would have asked her what her definition of extreme was, and told her that I would have bought them all if I had the money to do so.
 
This clerk may suffer from what Col. Jeff Cooper called "Hopophobia" (I think that's it) which supposedly describes someone who projects the fear they have of what they would do with firearms (bullets, etc.) on others. There is an article describing this condition in the current "American Rifleman." It helps me understand the unreasonable mind sets of many of the fiercest 2nd amendment opponents, check it out.
 
I'm guessing you didn't have your sidearm on display from your belt. If buying bullets is extreme, what would she consider unconcealed carry to be?:rolleyes:
 
I think I would have made several trips back and forth between the car and the store. Buy a 100 or 2 with each trip.
 
hoplophobia literally "fear of hoplites" from ancient Greece, a hoplite was primarily a free citizen who was usually individually responsible for procuring his armor and weapon

i vaguely recall a case in the last 10 years that a muslim grocery clerk was protected in their job because they refused to touch some bacon a customer was buying.
 
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