Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Quick, Like a Fox

Stuff to do....

Like an idiot I ran off and forgot a handgun I'd sold yesterday. Younger man walked into the shop and asked if I had any 'cowboy' pistols. Said yes but only one and it was in my safe at the house. He insisted I take his cash, sight unseen, with the request I hump the firearm to the shop today.

Told him, "Fine. It'll be here tomorrow."

It's tomorrow, er, today, and his revolver isn't.

Me, all red-faced, filled with shame. So, please excuse me while I drive back home and get this boy's Zombie Apocalypse weapon.