Aguila Blanca
Staff
The owner of one of my favorite gun shops still tells the story (now at least ten years old) about a young gentleman of the urban yoot persuasion who came in one day and asked for some 9mm "bullets." So my friend sold him a box of some kind of 9mm Luger ammo.
Later in the afternoon, the alleged gentleman returned, with a friend, and complained that the "bullets" were the wrong size, because they wouldn't fit his gun. So my friend asked what kind of gun, and the young man produced a Beretta 92. My friend popped the magazine and, sure enough ... he couldn't put the ammo into the mag.
So he picked up the pistol, and on the side he saw what appeared to say "8mm." So he looked closer, and saw "Kimar - Italy." Sure enough, this dude had been sold a blank-firing replica, thinking he was getting a real deal on a functional Beretta. The guy's friend was reportedly on his case unmercifully, calling him several names that would be considered racial discrimination if I were to direct them at a gentleman of colour, as well as casting aspersions on both his parentage and his intelligence.
Hey, what are friends for?
The point being (back to the context of this discussion) that the most knowledgeable gun store clerk in the world couldn't have helped this genius. He didn't even know the gun he bought wasn't real. At some point, people need to assume some responsibility for their actions.
Later in the afternoon, the alleged gentleman returned, with a friend, and complained that the "bullets" were the wrong size, because they wouldn't fit his gun. So my friend asked what kind of gun, and the young man produced a Beretta 92. My friend popped the magazine and, sure enough ... he couldn't put the ammo into the mag.
So he picked up the pistol, and on the side he saw what appeared to say "8mm." So he looked closer, and saw "Kimar - Italy." Sure enough, this dude had been sold a blank-firing replica, thinking he was getting a real deal on a functional Beretta. The guy's friend was reportedly on his case unmercifully, calling him several names that would be considered racial discrimination if I were to direct them at a gentleman of colour, as well as casting aspersions on both his parentage and his intelligence.
Hey, what are friends for?
The point being (back to the context of this discussion) that the most knowledgeable gun store clerk in the world couldn't have helped this genius. He didn't even know the gun he bought wasn't real. At some point, people need to assume some responsibility for their actions.