I worked in a busy LGS in my late teens/early 20's. It was the Friday before deer season opened, and we were just swamped selling hunting licenses. It was a long narrow sales floor in a plaza. The line for licenses was from the counter, all most out to the door. A guy comes in and squirms his way past everyonne and comes up to the counter trying to get someone to help him. He says he's got a gun that needs repaired. Of course our fist question is, is it loaded? He pulls the gun out of a paper bag and waves it across about a half dozen customers in line to get their licenses as he sets it on the counter. It's a cheap imported semi auto, a 32 or a 380 if I remember right. Parts are literally falling of the gun as he sets it on the counter. As soon as he waved it across the guys at the counter we hit the counter button to call the shop owner to the counter. He tells the guy to step away from the gun, picks it up and cycles the action. Both grp panesl fell off along with the round that was in the chamber, and the fully loaded magazine. The guy at the front of the line, who just had tht gun pointed at his face is white as a ghost. The owner abruptly escorts the "gentleman" to the door, sends him out and locks the door, returning to the counter to pick up the pieces of the gun, takes them to the door and literally throws them out into the parking lot, telling the dude never to come back. To my knowledge he never did.
