Rawles Survivors

My copy arrived today. Wow, that was fast.

Guess what I'll be doing this evening....go ahead, guess.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my new friend, 'We The People,' for hitting my follower button. As always, I promise to reply to all comments as soon as possible.

My email is listed on the side bar....if ever you have a question, or if you've linked me at your site, give a yell and I shall respond in kind.

Again, thank you very much, and welcome to the club. Nice people hang here.

Stephen

Sales Weasel

His name....haven't the foggiest idea. He graces my shop with his presence at least once a quarter. He comes in with a cheap assortment of Chinese made self-defense gadgets; batons, handcuffs, ink pens with little blades hidden inside, junk like that.

The bull begins the moment the door closes, "Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, what a deal I give you today...oh, such a good deal."

I seldom if ever make a purchase. It's trash, cheaply made by children's hands; plastic or pot metal mall ninja toys.

Yesterday his arms overflowed with deals. Let's call him, 'Ahab.' Slight little dark fellow, kinda greasy. Mouth runs at standard lip numbing speed, spittle.

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, please Sir, check out this deal I have for you. Today, only today, I give you six of the wonderful combat batons. See, I snap it extends. It's very good quality, to reverse its spring just slap on floor, hard, like this." He takes the baton in both hands and delivers, indeed, a hard blow to the tip of the baton. It doesn't retract. He tried again. SMACK. I swear, his arm vibrated.

I said, "No thanks."

Next he whips out a little pink box. Pepper spray, in pink, mind you, "Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, please you take this for the lovely wife, girlfriend, they will love it....poof, see, just push button and it blind and cripple their foe."

It's always the same. First one piece of junk then another. Prices are super inflated. Which brings on this...

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen." Always twice. He wears it out. "Mr. Stephen please Sir, look at this little beauty."

He whips out a little box, a plastic light weight stun gun. Granted it'll put a hurt on your every day run of the mill democritter, but still, it lacks quality.
He snaps on the gadget and hits the red button, snap. Then, "And, Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, it has a built in flashlight."

I say, "So what." Then reach into my pants and take out my Surefire, "I do too." I carry it 24/7, and mine works.

The last seemed to piss him off. He shifted from foot to foot. Wiped his nose. Looks me in the eye and said, "Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, for you my friend I give you this most wonderful self-defense weapon for only $35.00."

"No."

He turns and walks towards the door; can I be this lucky.

"Okay," He said, "I drop the price to $25.00, and lose profit."

I smile. Blink a few, and then, "Ahab, you and I both know this is a piece of junk. Tell 'ya what I'll do, today and only today. I'll give you ten dollars."

He turns, blink, blink.

"But, Mr. Stephen, Sir, I must make profit."

"You are, even at ten bucks. I know you only paid five dollars, if that, for it."

Later, after he took my ten dollars and safely tucked it away in his pocket, he turns to me and said, "Mr. Stephen, you must have middle eastern blood."

I chuckle, "You mean with my blond hair and Irish last name and all."

He smiled, "No, Mr. Stephen. Because you have brown eyes."

Later in the day it came to me. He meant I was full of bull@#it.

Stephen

A Can of Fun

Arrived this morning from Lucky Gunner. The nice folks there sent me a fifty round can of Fiocchi .45 ammunition. I shall sling some lead this weekend and report back on my results early next week. Stay tuned.

The fine print on this can read,'Fiocchi's new line of Canned Heat is hermetically sealed and packed with desiccants to prevent rust, deterioration, and moisture.'  This is perfect for prep storage.

Wish you fine folks could join me this weekend. I just love the smell of gunpowder in the morning....

Thanks, Lucky Gunner.

Stephen

Shar

Shar, where are you? I lost you. Is it me....shucks.

Please, come home.

Stephen

Tuesday On The Run

Tuesday is a busy first day back to work for me...as such don't expect much from me today, hopefully, I'll be able to post later in the day. But for now, not so much. Random thoughts ahead...thinking, hurts, need coffee.

Spent most of yesterday with Sweet Wife signing papers to refinance our mortgage. It'll save us thousands of dollars. Sweet Wife works for the largest finance company in the world as part of their mortgage bond department so she gets deep discounts and great rates. Hard to pass on such benefits.

Remember when the morning newspaper landed in the yard with a thump. I walked outside this morning and the paper had been thrown and was still fluttering to the ground like butterfly wings on a stiff Spring breeze. Takes me ten seconds to read it.

Little Bit, this morning, asked me who made God. Try and answer that question for a six year old.

My friend, Duke, and my other buddies, have a camping/workday planned for this coming weekend. Reports to follow. I'll try and get a picture of Duke in his underwear for you folks....it'll not be pretty.

Later,

Stephen

If

I were to follow my wants instead of my needs I very well could break the bank from the fliers, catalogs and magazines I receive each week in my mail. My SOG flier arrived yesterday and within five minutes of star gazing I'd spent a few thousand. In my dreams I purchased several cases of ammunition, two sniper rifles and a couple more Nagants, as if I need another.

A sample of this weekends mail.

Lehman's catalog arrives several times a year and gives me a vast void of a headache. I want almost everything listed. Midway, don't even get me started. Shotgun News, I'm like a child in a candy store. Then Cabela's messes with my head with all their great shirts and outdoors gear. I hate that I'm poor.

Christmas is just around the corner.

Stephen