ColeMD17
Regular Member
At the Pawn 1 shop on 4th street in Coeur d'Alene, I live nearby and had never been in. I looked at their gun selection and some video games and I was over by the guitars when one of the sales associates came over and a short, boring conversation ensued.
ASSOCIATE: (nervous, but composed. Glances at my XD40) That's not loaded, right?
ME: (Calm, friendly tone) No, it is.
ASSOCIATE: Oh, um... well, we can't have live ammunition in this store.
ME: Oh, okay. Well, I'll just be on my way then.
And I left. That was my first somewhat negative encounter, besides veiled, pointed comments from a liberal friend of mine who was my server at a restaurant in town. Still, though, I was surprised and caught a little off guard.
ASSOCIATE: (nervous, but composed. Glances at my XD40) That's not loaded, right?
ME: (Calm, friendly tone) No, it is.
ASSOCIATE: Oh, um... well, we can't have live ammunition in this store.
ME: Oh, okay. Well, I'll just be on my way then.
And I left. That was my first somewhat negative encounter, besides veiled, pointed comments from a liberal friend of mine who was my server at a restaurant in town. Still, though, I was surprised and caught a little off guard.
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