… When my wife wants to see one of the guns in the display case then hand it to her. Not me. Secondly, she nor I want to hear you go off on your own little caliber-flame-war and preach at us about how magical the .45 ACP is. When we tell you that we are interested in 9mm guns we mean it. When I have to literally interrupt your little .45 ACP jerk-off session, you’ve gone too far.
Why the hell is it that everytime I walk into a gun shop I have to deal with some dumber than dumb-ass behind the counter?