Visiting gun dealers around the country is quite an experience as face-to-face encounters with mostly strangers can turn out to be very interesting if not entertaining experience. I at least know to wear a thick skin.

Some people I encounter are tired and can’t be bothered with taking out a few minutes to accept a catalog in hand and just say, “thanks for coming by.”

Other times, there is a young counter person wearing a hoodie “hood up” while vaping and staring at their cell phone. It’s ok, I’ll wait.

Or, maybe, there can be somebody engaging you who literally doesn’t understand the English words spoken clearly to them, and then despite having the words repeated again more slowly, they still seem quite confused. “Come again?”

So, it is refreshing when a store manager is clearly listening, acknowledging what I am saying and actually reacts positively. And on occasion, there is success or at least an agreement to discuss this further again soon if not writing up an order at that moment.

But yesterday, after more than 30 years of working with FFL dealers and other types of sporting goods stores, I was taken back by how one particular store owner responded to me with this type of answer for the very first time. Politeness and professionalism was lost on this guy and I still can’t decide whether I should be upset or find humor in it, but his reaction to me saying that I am selling gun care products was “F@ck You.”

True story.

So, I paused, subtly smiled, said “ok” to myself, and walked out.

I shared the story with someone who said “you’re lucky he didn’t shoot you.”

Now that’s funny.

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