My best story from my time working in a LGS. It's the weekend before deer season. We've got 'em lined up from one end of the store to the other getting deer tags. It's a small shop-the retail area is long and narrow, ending at the back counter where we were furiously writing deer tags trying to keep up. 4 lines of guys, all the way out to the door. This Indian (India Indian) guy walks past the lines, and comes up to the counter proclaiming he needs his handgun serviced. Needless to say, the guys waiting in line were about ready to lynch him right off the bat for blowing past them in line. As he's walking to the counter, he's pointing his uncased gun at everyone standing at the counter. Strike 2. Parts are literally falling off the old semi-auto. It was a Star 1911 clone. He sets it on the counter, and of course I quickly discern (after he pointed it at about half the customers in there) that the gun is fully loaded. We have an alert button under the counter, which I immediately triggered. The owner comes hustling up from the back of the shop with his .45 pulled and down behind his right hip. When he saw we had the gun secured away from the customers and the nimrod that brought it in, he escorted him out of the building and told him never to come back. He then went back in, dumped what was left of the pistol (it was missing both grips, the sights, and by this time, the magazine) in a bag and took it out to the guy, admonishing him in some very colorful language to never show up there again. As a sidenote, it was a .45 auto and he somehow had a magazine full of .38 Super in the mag well.
