One More. I went to a GS in Indiana and one in Lousiana and bumped into this character at the front door 'security table'. Uniform and all.I was wanting to trade a old 38 SW revolver and had to have it checked and tagged before entering the hall. OK by me, Safety First. I payed my money, followed the signs and arrived infront of Mr. Chips. I placed my holstered piece on the table before him and before he could open the cyclinder, he dropped it. OK, that makes me feel good a uniformed officer cannot open a S&W revolver with out fumbling the ball. So, Mr. Chips looks down the barrel as in an attempt to see a live cartridge residing there, then fumbles the cyclinder and spins it, as if to see if while it is spinning a cartridge may come flying out and strike a disinterested bystander. Now, his heavy breathing and nimble finger play with my pistol is becoming annoying. He whips out a tag from a cardboard box and attempts to hang a white paper tag through the back strap and rips the tag in two. At this point, I take my gun from him and grab a tag and slip the string and tag around the back strap and ask him if he needs any data attached to his plain white tag, with my pen in my hand on my gun. He supplies me with a scrowl and asks if I have shot anyone with it! Really, smart ass? I respond, "No, have any one in mind?" I grab my holster and make a hasty retreat to the front door of the hall before his piss poor attitude and my smart mouth get us both into trouble.
I found the show promoter and complained about the guy. He apologized and told me his relieve was on the way. Good idea.
Cheap, Fast, Good. Kinldy pick two.
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on May 4th, 2013, 3:08 pm, edited 1 time in total.