Without saying anything, I squatted down to see the ammo, and the guy behind the counter barked "I don't have nothin' that fits no handgun!!"
He sounded and looked at me like he was an antebellum slave driver giving one of his underlings a dressing down. What a jerk. I guess I didn't look like a hunter or something. I told him, "well don't worry about it, I'm just looking."
Felt like saying a lot more to the Buddha looking pinhead, but no since exchanging expletives with a major crab. Nice customer service!!!





