My daughter's fiance is interested in a Beretta PX4 Compact, and in pursuit of the same I traipsed off to a gun show with him on Saturday for the first time since the dinosaurs died off.
No Compact was on hand. The most common brands were Jiminez and HiPoint. Most major brands were represented except Beretta. Besides the cheapies, the most common pistols were the pocket .380s in their various iterations. Prices were mostly MSRP plus or minus a few bucks. The only prices that raised my eyebrows did so because they were on the high side rather than bargains. Six hundred for a base model Glock 19 is a bit higher than the local gun stores, for example.
The thing that amazed me the most was that I made two unsuccessful attempts to make purchases. Nothing big, but I was going to pick up an extra mag for my 92FS. Holding one in my hand, I told one vendor that I would take it, but while I was pulling the cash out of my wallet the guy placed a call on his cell phone. I held out the money to him and he sat down to chat. I stood there for two or three minutes with my money in my hand without being acknowledged again, and when I got to the point of feeling embarrassed I put the mag back on the table and put my money back in my wallet.
I stopped at another booth later hoping to purchase the same item. The magazines were in a jumble under glass in a case. I saw what I wanted but the price wasn't marked, so I had to inquire. The vendor told me the same price, so I replied, "OK, I'll take one. You wouldn't have a D spring also, would you?" The guy, without getting out of his chair, said with a sneer, "I don't sell parts, just magazines." He then turned in his chair to face away from me and shook his head like he thought I was a blooming idiot for wanting to give him my money. So I didn't.
My soon-to-be son-in-law shook his head and asked, "What is wrong with these people?" I didn't have an answer. I honestly don't get why a vendor would pay a fee for a table and then run off customers who are holding cash out to them for the asking price of their merchandise. I'll pay a couple of bucks more to someone who says "thanks."
The barbecue was good.
No Compact was on hand. The most common brands were Jiminez and HiPoint. Most major brands were represented except Beretta. Besides the cheapies, the most common pistols were the pocket .380s in their various iterations. Prices were mostly MSRP plus or minus a few bucks. The only prices that raised my eyebrows did so because they were on the high side rather than bargains. Six hundred for a base model Glock 19 is a bit higher than the local gun stores, for example.
The thing that amazed me the most was that I made two unsuccessful attempts to make purchases. Nothing big, but I was going to pick up an extra mag for my 92FS. Holding one in my hand, I told one vendor that I would take it, but while I was pulling the cash out of my wallet the guy placed a call on his cell phone. I held out the money to him and he sat down to chat. I stood there for two or three minutes with my money in my hand without being acknowledged again, and when I got to the point of feeling embarrassed I put the mag back on the table and put my money back in my wallet.
I stopped at another booth later hoping to purchase the same item. The magazines were in a jumble under glass in a case. I saw what I wanted but the price wasn't marked, so I had to inquire. The vendor told me the same price, so I replied, "OK, I'll take one. You wouldn't have a D spring also, would you?" The guy, without getting out of his chair, said with a sneer, "I don't sell parts, just magazines." He then turned in his chair to face away from me and shook his head like he thought I was a blooming idiot for wanting to give him my money. So I didn't.
My soon-to-be son-in-law shook his head and asked, "What is wrong with these people?" I didn't have an answer. I honestly don't get why a vendor would pay a fee for a table and then run off customers who are holding cash out to them for the asking price of their merchandise. I'll pay a couple of bucks more to someone who says "thanks."
The barbecue was good.