I went to a gun store and found a gun I wanted and proceeded to purchase it. As it happened, the salesman I worked with was
YOUNG. Quite young. I'm not the world's finest judge of these things, but if I'm guessing, I'll say around 25. If he was any older, he certainly didn't look it.
I have a soft spot for young guys working in gun stores because I went directly in to the deep end of this hobby when I was 16 years old and I was at gun shops and gun shows
constantly and was mistreated, overlooked and written off about a gujillion times because of my age and the fact that I looked it. (I'm sure many of you have been through this) Happened on the range as well, but it was
FAR more enjoyable on the range because I would pull out hardware they didn't
have and I would make shots
they couldn't make and, well, if you're a hobbyist shooter by nature, you know what I'm talking about. In any case, I wouldn't say I'm "scarred for life" but I know darn well what it's like to be a young guy in a gun shop or gun show.
This salesman was doing
everything right. He was friendly, attentive, outgoing, pulling out anything I was even looking at, even when I told him "no, it's okay!" and handling them safely and he also wasn't trying to 'over-impress' and show that he knew _______ even though he was young, as some are tempted to do. (I probably did when I was younger...
oops) So, at this point, I'd have reviewed his salesmanship as
top-drawer.
When I found the big double action Smith & Wesson revolver that I wanted to bring home with me, I told him that I'd take it. And he said "great" and we proceeded to walk over to the area set-up specifically for filling out the 4473. And he's got the revolver in his right hand and the 4473 in his left and the whole time we're walking and through his whole instruction run-down for the 4473... he's is double-action dry-firing this revolver that I'm 10 minutes from taking delivery of. click click click click click click click click click click click click click click, endlessly, and I'm (at first!) VERY surprised but that emotion lasted all of the 10 seconds before I became seriously annoyed and then I interrupted him mid-sentence and said firmly, calmly, and loudly,
Stop doing that. Thank you.
That caught him off guard.
Which I suppose evened the score, because I had just been impressed with him until that point... and now I wanted to punch him in the beak.
I wouldn't call this a "dumb gun shop story", but it's a relatively recent experience of mine.