She just bounced in off the street - a working girl, and laid the ugly pink Walther P22 on my desk. She said, "I don't know if its loaded. You want to buy it?"
It was loaded.
I asked her price. Her, "Give me a hundred and its yours."
I must have a hole in my head because I gave her the hundred after I checked the bore, gave it a function test - it passed. Hey, I'm a capitalist, so sue me.
Thing is, its pink. Pink with silver highlights. The is a drag your butt in the mud slap ya mama ugly handgun.
Some dude will make his wife or daughter happy some day soon - when I find a willing buyer. Or, I just might throw it in the safe for my granddaughter.
Blurry picture is my middle name.
Later.
Stephen