I was getting a scope mounted at my local gun shop tonight.
I was in a crappy mood. It has been a bad day.
My rifle was sitting on the glass counter resting in it's open gun case along with a scope and some mounting hardware.
The tech who was servicing the gun was rummaging for some parts behind the counter and I was standing a few feet away looking at stuff for sale.
A fat 50ish looking guy picks up my rifle. A valuable rifle to me (maybe not to some of the deep pockets guys here) and he starts fiddling with the bolt and trigger.
I could not contain myself.
I said in a voice loud enough for the whole store to hear, "You're pretty nosey."
He asked, "Are you selling that?"
"No!"
"Well then are you buying it?"
I said (again in a loud voice), "You really ARE nosey aren't you?"
He schlepped away muttering something like 'this IS a gun shop - you know'.
I said nothing more but I thought, a gun shop is not the same as gun show.
