... 10 more to find the mouth breather with the keys to the cabinet
That's a pleasure and delight compared to
what can happen when they finally
do arrive.
On 17-Apr'18, the Sporting Goods Lady at Hudson/NH dropped
one of the two boxes of .22LR Golden Bullets I was buying.
The box split open and Pez spilled
everywhere.
She taped the box back together with
a few yards of clear shipping tape,
and started picking up all the ammo she could see.
I went to the next aisle, and looked underneath the shelving
for strays using my tacticool flashlight.
In the Sporting Goods section,
crawling around on the floor with a flashlight is apparently the
May I Help You Riff.
Because some dude swings in and asks, "May I Help You?".
I merely point at his colleague
playing 525 Pick-Up with Golden Bullets,
and he groans quietly...
27-Aug'21 ETA:
Imagine being at the range,
and the guy in the next aisle asks,
"What're you using for ammo?".
Imagine replying in your best Ron White accent,
"Sweepin's".