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sigh sometimes i hate my job (little long)
hey guys whats up it's been awhile since i last posted but i have my reasons.
lets set the scene shall we. this incident happened a few days ago at my friend W's paintball shop. I was in back doing my regular stuff you know inventory fix guns the usual. my friend Was over in spokane visiting family. in comes this seemingly nice lady wanting me to look at a gun. turns out she thought we were a gunsmiths shop.
here's how the conversation went.
S: yours truly
L: lady
L: hello is anyone here.
S: I'll be out in just a sec.
L: Ok take your time I'm in no rush.
(I walk out from the back.)
S: Yes can i help you Ma'am
L: Yes I hear you fix and clean guns is that true.
S: yes Ma'am it is true.
(you wouldn't believe how many paintballers in my area don't know how clean or maintain their guns).
S: If you have your marker with you i can take a look at it and see what can do.
L: yes i do have it let me go get it.
(so i wait inside for about five minutes in she comes with a metallic gun case so i think prolly her sons gun who has a case of AGG'D)
L: here it is it's my nephews and it's been needing fixing for a while.
S: Ok lets crack this bad boy and see whats up.
(I open it up carefully and guess whats sitting in the case..... I stare at an fn f2000 civilian verson with the custom sight on the rails. I get the twitch in my eye that tells anyone to back away slowly from me.)
S: Ma'am this is a real gun not a paintball gun.
L: so what does that have to do with anything.
S: this is a paintball shop not a gun shop.
L: whats the difference.
(
seriously)
S: well a paintball gun fires paint filled gelatin balls that are non lethal. real guns shoot copper jacketed lead bullets that are lethal.
L: yeah so can you take a look at the gun and see why it isn't firing.
S: no Ma'am i can't this place isn't liscenced to handle or store guns. I'm not even liscensced to pick up guns llike this.
L:will you just look at it i mean seriously if you and your boss don't handle guns then why do you have guns in the title of you shop name.
S: Ma'am just please leave before i call the police i don't even know if you should have this gun with you.
L:fine I'll go but I'll see to it that you'll never get another gun to work on in thsi town again i know the mayor.
(ooooo the mayor the same guy that come to my grandpas fourth of july BBQ every year and who drinks at the bar i watch over.)
S: Ma'am this isn't a gunshop.
(so she leaves in a huff and i just go back to what i was doing trying to save my hope in humanity.)
lets set the scene shall we. this incident happened a few days ago at my friend W's paintball shop. I was in back doing my regular stuff you know inventory fix guns the usual. my friend Was over in spokane visiting family. in comes this seemingly nice lady wanting me to look at a gun. turns out she thought we were a gunsmiths shop.
here's how the conversation went.
S: yours truly
L: lady
L: hello is anyone here.
S: I'll be out in just a sec.
L: Ok take your time I'm in no rush.
(I walk out from the back.)
S: Yes can i help you Ma'am
L: Yes I hear you fix and clean guns is that true.
S: yes Ma'am it is true.
(you wouldn't believe how many paintballers in my area don't know how clean or maintain their guns).
S: If you have your marker with you i can take a look at it and see what can do.
L: yes i do have it let me go get it.
(so i wait inside for about five minutes in she comes with a metallic gun case so i think prolly her sons gun who has a case of AGG'D)
L: here it is it's my nephews and it's been needing fixing for a while.
S: Ok lets crack this bad boy and see whats up.
(I open it up carefully and guess whats sitting in the case..... I stare at an fn f2000 civilian verson with the custom sight on the rails. I get the twitch in my eye that tells anyone to back away slowly from me.)
S: Ma'am this is a real gun not a paintball gun.
L: so what does that have to do with anything.
S: this is a paintball shop not a gun shop.
L: whats the difference.
(
seriously)S: well a paintball gun fires paint filled gelatin balls that are non lethal. real guns shoot copper jacketed lead bullets that are lethal.
L: yeah so can you take a look at the gun and see why it isn't firing.
S: no Ma'am i can't this place isn't liscenced to handle or store guns. I'm not even liscensced to pick up guns llike this.
L:will you just look at it i mean seriously if you and your boss don't handle guns then why do you have guns in the title of you shop name.
S: Ma'am just please leave before i call the police i don't even know if you should have this gun with you.
L:fine I'll go but I'll see to it that you'll never get another gun to work on in thsi town again i know the mayor.
(ooooo the mayor the same guy that come to my grandpas fourth of july BBQ every year and who drinks at the bar i watch over.)
S: Ma'am this isn't a gunshop.
(so she leaves in a huff and i just go back to what i was doing trying to save my hope in humanity.)
I AM the evil bastard!
Obviously was not listening, because the phrase "have your marker" would have caused me to double-take and "Bwah?" because it would have seemed out of context.
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