I worked at American Outdoor Sports on Long Island for a while.
We used to get cops from New York City coming in all the time.
One day two of them were laughing about how they chased two perps down an alley the two individuals turned around brandishing handguns.
Both cops unloaded the entire magazine of their Glocks without returning to battery and were laughing about how their rounds were impacting the 4th and 5th story apartments.
Neither bad guy was hit.
Then there was the time one of my co-workers took a phone call from a heavily accented individual wanting us to "lubrificate his rife" (sic).
My buddy turns and yells down the counter "hey guys, I think this guy wants me to lubricate his wife".
Don't even get me started on the survival nuts that used to come in.
