Thursday, August 18, 2011
What Just Walked Through My Door and State Law Carry Bullcrap
Fella walks in this morning and asks if I'd like to purchase this little common Marlin model 60. It has a cheap Tasco 4x15 attached, condition is excellent, with a case. Asked how much...he mumbles a bit, shuffles his feet and told me he really needed cash in a bad way.
I ask again, how much. Poor guy glances outside and mumbles, "Is forty dollars too much?"
I paid him.
Change of subject.
You know what really pisses me off....go ahead, ask me....
I need to make a bank run this morning which will result in me walking out with a considerable amount of cash...considerable. Now, in order to conduct my business I am supposed to remove my carry weapon and walk across a large parking lot, into the bank, and back to my truck bare nakked....while packing a bag of federal reserve notes. In this neck of the woods democritters can smell cash two blocks away and I'll have nothing other than my size and willingness to use my fist to beat the suckers back.
State mandated bullcrap.
I should use some big words in my header to attract the intelligentsia of the blogger crowd....inside joke, talk among yourselves.