She agreed to take a day off and spend it with me. My wife, I left the girlfriend behind....
Anyway, yesterday I had an appointment with a government agency. I had planned to enter the agency's building and spend hours on my rear seated in a hard plastic chair with my Kindle and the morning paper. Turns out the ordeal only lasted two hours. I escaped with few scratches and a future appointment.
On our exit of the building I asked if she'd like to join me at Gander Mountain. Her, "Why on earth would I agree to such awful punishment?"
"Cause you love me and I'll buy you lunch."
I stood at the door of our car and slowly replaced my spare magazines and handgun to my belt, knives back into position. (The agency insisted I undress and pass thru their metal detectors.) When my belt was again in adjustment and felt normal I bent to see her reaction. Her, "Okay, but you owe me. I want a new pair of jeans."
They, the women in our lives, always have a price.
My friend, Harry, mentioned on his blog that he was fond of Recoil magazine and I wanted to find a copy. I did indeed locate the magazine at Gander, and a few more. Had fun.
So here's my day in pictures. Note the prices on the ammunition. Supply seems to have adjusted though the prices are still high.
I turned towards him and replied, "My agency wants to price compare. We're on a budget."
See those white boxes above - that, my friends, is our old friend .45 shooty stuff...see the price. Lord help us. I can remember when you paid eight dollars per.
Hey, I need another cup of coffee. You guys have a great day.