I'd like to work at a gunshop, like part time for fun or something I think. I have amazing customer service skills and have no problem admitting when I'm not familiar or knowledgeable about something. I think in any kind of sales, people want to be treated right, they want to feel like their business, time, and money are valuable and appreciated. That said, I can take a lot of crap from sales guys at a local shop, or any shop, but as soon as the guy/gal is rude, obviously ignorant or lying, that's when I'll cross the street, even if it costs more, to do business with a good shop I enjoy shopping at.
One store comes to mind, it was in Montville CT. These twat waffles would bemoan ANYTHING you asked about. If you ordered from them, they'd mark it way up for "paperwork costs" If they did have anything, it was so overpriced you could get it on gunbroker, have it shipped to that same store, pay the transfer, and still come ahead $30-$40. On top of crappy selection, ridiculous prices, and thicker than two short planks type staff, the owner was just such an a**h***, guy looked like he stepped in dog shit barefoot right before you walked in the door, just this scowl on his face.
I cant remember what it was over but I was in there giving them another shot, just browsing, and they had a Ruger 3 screw. I'm partial to the older Rugers, so I asked to see it. It was priced at some retardo level, like $900 or something. I politely asked if there was some reason the gun was priced as it was and Mr. bowl of sunshine appears from the back screaming about how they don't make em anymore and collectors bla bla bla. Sure, they don't make them anymore but they're hardly super expensive pieces. They draw a slight premium over others in similar condition. On top of that, it had been converted and didn't have the original parts!! lol. I pointed this out and Mr. Mensa started bloviating about how him and Bill used to party and he knows everything. I turn to leave with a slight chuckle and look over to the kid behind the counter who was now entertained by the dialogue between myself and Mr. Sour-ass, and ask him "Hey bro, you know of any good gun shops around here?" Then Mr. Awesome starts screaming at me to leave his shop, as I was leaving and he threw a rolled up tube of paper targets at me lol.