One I really liked happened with Dave. A young guy came stomping into the gun section, one hand clenched in a fist. He saw Dave behind the counter and held out the fist, then opened it to reveal an expanded bullet. "Your recommended this POS Nosler Partition to me for elk!"
Dave looked at the bullet and said, "Yeah, I did. One-eighty .30's if I recall correctly."
The young guy almost shouted, "I shot a bull and it went 20 yards before falling over! And the damn bullet didn't even exit!" He lifted his palm under Dave's nose, apparently to prove his point.
Dave looked at the bullet very carefully, then said matter-of-factly, "Looks like perfect performance to me."
Whereupon the young guy went stomping out again, mumbling something else about never coming back in the store ever again. Dave looked at me, smiled and shrugged.
If it had exited he would have bitched that it "penciled on through..."
"...the left considers you vermin, and they'll kill you given the chance..." Bristoe
