So I'm racing to Dick's after coaching Little League, trying to get there at least an hour before closing at 9pm - just to be safe. I really wanted to pick up a Ruger 10/22 I had on hold so I could bring it up to Vermont this weekend and shoot it in the woods (you can literally go on a trail in Vermont and start shooting in the woods - how crazy is that?!)
I rush to the back and just happen to arrive at the "Lodge" counter as the saleman does. I asked him about the Ruger I had called about earlier and had put on hold. I said I was here to buy it.
The guy looks down at his cell phone as says, "What time is it, oh, man 8:20. We need at least an hour to do the paperwork" What1? I was pretty shocked (1 hour!!) but I figured this is Dick's, what do you expect with a big box store? They probably have twenty different papers for me to sign and it sucks majorly when you buy a gun from there. But the Rugers they had were $30 less than a local shop (sorry!) and $30 is a tank of gas to VT.
I didn't really put up a fight with the guy and just figured I'd come back tomorrow. I grabbed a box of ammo and headed up to the register, pretty bummed that I'd have to go back tomorrow.
I get up to the cashier and she asked me if I found everything I wanted today. "Well, kinda-sorta," I tell her. Showing her the box of ammo I said, "I found this, but I really wanted to purchase the gun I had on hold but I guess it takes Dick's an hour to do the paperwork or something."
Then the woman I was talking to instantly turns into super awesome lady, gets on the phone and dials up the Lodge. "Did you just tell a gentlemen that we can't sell guns after a certain hour? Uh huh. Right. Okay, he's coming back there right now."
So here's this wanker pulling a fast one on me and this personable, friendly manager-type saving me a trip back to Dick's. The dude who tried to make me leave kinda felt like an ass, it took us 25 minutes to do the paperwork, super-awesome lady (who scolded the salesman for trying to pass on a decent sale) saved the day, and I have a new gun to add to my collection and shoot the crap out of in Vermont.
The day couldn't have ended any better....unless, of course, I bought two guns
I rush to the back and just happen to arrive at the "Lodge" counter as the saleman does. I asked him about the Ruger I had called about earlier and had put on hold. I said I was here to buy it.
The guy looks down at his cell phone as says, "What time is it, oh, man 8:20. We need at least an hour to do the paperwork" What1? I was pretty shocked (1 hour!!) but I figured this is Dick's, what do you expect with a big box store? They probably have twenty different papers for me to sign and it sucks majorly when you buy a gun from there. But the Rugers they had were $30 less than a local shop (sorry!) and $30 is a tank of gas to VT.
I didn't really put up a fight with the guy and just figured I'd come back tomorrow. I grabbed a box of ammo and headed up to the register, pretty bummed that I'd have to go back tomorrow.
I get up to the cashier and she asked me if I found everything I wanted today. "Well, kinda-sorta," I tell her. Showing her the box of ammo I said, "I found this, but I really wanted to purchase the gun I had on hold but I guess it takes Dick's an hour to do the paperwork or something."
Then the woman I was talking to instantly turns into super awesome lady, gets on the phone and dials up the Lodge. "Did you just tell a gentlemen that we can't sell guns after a certain hour? Uh huh. Right. Okay, he's coming back there right now."
So here's this wanker pulling a fast one on me and this personable, friendly manager-type saving me a trip back to Dick's. The dude who tried to make me leave kinda felt like an ass, it took us 25 minutes to do the paperwork, super-awesome lady (who scolded the salesman for trying to pass on a decent sale) saved the day, and I have a new gun to add to my collection and shoot the crap out of in Vermont.
The day couldn't have ended any better....unless, of course, I bought two guns