i'm a stupid idiot and shouldn't even be having to head out to hooksett when i could be sitting on my porch drinking beer today. the back story here is that awhile back i saw these nifty lowers show up on reddit's guns page, usually known for sucking and the bi-weekly "hey reddit so i just had my first ND":
http://www.northeastshooters.com/vb...ot-everything-on-reddit-is-lame-(AR-15-lower)
i bought one of the lowers and the FFL was offering free engraving so i opted to have engraving done for my trust so i could turn it into a .300BLK SBR. so time passes and by the time the order was done, everything was anodized and it finally arrived at my FFL i went to pick it up and... ****, i've moved. not only is the engraving now wrong for a form 1, it's got to be engraved again with the new address. whatever.
so i wanted to keep things local and had heard of umlaut arms in hooksett, NH and that they do NFA transfers and have an engraving service. emailed back and forth with lars the owner and told him i'd have my fiancee drop it off. wasn't in a rush but there was a 2 week lead time. again, whatever. after three weeks (last weekend) he calls and lets me know it's done. i tell him that i'm busy that weekend but that i'll be up next saturday (today) to pick it up. here's where it gets sour.
i show up right around 12:30 this afternoon after checking his hours of operation on his facebook page:
double checked on google just to make sure the info was accurate:
pull in to the parking lot and walk up to the door... locked. well that's strange. i call the shop number... nothing. double check the door to the ****ing building which clearly states he's open today and see there's a mobile number. went right to voicemail.
as you can see, his website seems to now be offline, too.
so my jimmies are a little rustled at this point but whatever, i'm parked outside a gun shop. lady atilla and i putz around in riley's for a bit, check out some NFA toys and fondle their AR-180 machine gun. i buy some little shit and a fresh can of OC and it's now about 1:30 so i call the mobile number listed for umlaut again.
straight. to. ****ing. voicemail.
the rustling of my god damn jimmies further intensifies. check the door to the shop again and it's of course still locked. i'm still not in full TRIGGERED mode just yet as i'm down the street from a gun shop, so lady atilla and i head over to shooter's. we get our "aspirational operator" attitude going and dig through the 5.11 clothes, fondle some CZ handguns, and i pick up some ammo for my python and some new cor-bon carry ammo. now it's 2:00 and i call umlaut again.
straight. to. ****ing. voicemail. again.
we head back towards the shop and grab some food across the street before i call again only to have that call again go to voicemail at 3:00. mind you there's no notice on the facebook page, no notice on the company webpage (as it's down), and i told lars the exact date i'd be coming up when we spoke on the phone. this is some fantastic ****ing customer service, dude. i want my ****ing property back, and to ****ing pay you so i can be done dealing with this. the last voicemail i left i told him i'd really appreciate a damn call back and that we'll talk about shipping me my property back as he's wasted my whole afternoon.
it's 4:00 now, his shop is still supposed to be ****ing open and i still haven't received so much as a call back with any kind of explanation. honestly dude if you wanted to ****ing blow me off, i wish you would have pulled this bullshit when my fiancee came up to drop the lower off in the first place so i'd at least still have my property in my ****ing hands and we could give the business to someone who gives a shit about their customers.
here's some gun porn, this is my already registered lower with the upper that's going to grace my donkey show lower with its sweet, sweet 300 african-american-ness.
http://www.northeastshooters.com/vb...ot-everything-on-reddit-is-lame-(AR-15-lower)
i bought one of the lowers and the FFL was offering free engraving so i opted to have engraving done for my trust so i could turn it into a .300BLK SBR. so time passes and by the time the order was done, everything was anodized and it finally arrived at my FFL i went to pick it up and... ****, i've moved. not only is the engraving now wrong for a form 1, it's got to be engraved again with the new address. whatever.
so i wanted to keep things local and had heard of umlaut arms in hooksett, NH and that they do NFA transfers and have an engraving service. emailed back and forth with lars the owner and told him i'd have my fiancee drop it off. wasn't in a rush but there was a 2 week lead time. again, whatever. after three weeks (last weekend) he calls and lets me know it's done. i tell him that i'm busy that weekend but that i'll be up next saturday (today) to pick it up. here's where it gets sour.
i show up right around 12:30 this afternoon after checking his hours of operation on his facebook page:
double checked on google just to make sure the info was accurate:
pull in to the parking lot and walk up to the door... locked. well that's strange. i call the shop number... nothing. double check the door to the ****ing building which clearly states he's open today and see there's a mobile number. went right to voicemail.
as you can see, his website seems to now be offline, too.
so my jimmies are a little rustled at this point but whatever, i'm parked outside a gun shop. lady atilla and i putz around in riley's for a bit, check out some NFA toys and fondle their AR-180 machine gun. i buy some little shit and a fresh can of OC and it's now about 1:30 so i call the mobile number listed for umlaut again.
straight. to. ****ing. voicemail.
the rustling of my god damn jimmies further intensifies. check the door to the shop again and it's of course still locked. i'm still not in full TRIGGERED mode just yet as i'm down the street from a gun shop, so lady atilla and i head over to shooter's. we get our "aspirational operator" attitude going and dig through the 5.11 clothes, fondle some CZ handguns, and i pick up some ammo for my python and some new cor-bon carry ammo. now it's 2:00 and i call umlaut again.
straight. to. ****ing. voicemail. again.
we head back towards the shop and grab some food across the street before i call again only to have that call again go to voicemail at 3:00. mind you there's no notice on the facebook page, no notice on the company webpage (as it's down), and i told lars the exact date i'd be coming up when we spoke on the phone. this is some fantastic ****ing customer service, dude. i want my ****ing property back, and to ****ing pay you so i can be done dealing with this. the last voicemail i left i told him i'd really appreciate a damn call back and that we'll talk about shipping me my property back as he's wasted my whole afternoon.
it's 4:00 now, his shop is still supposed to be ****ing open and i still haven't received so much as a call back with any kind of explanation. honestly dude if you wanted to ****ing blow me off, i wish you would have pulled this bullshit when my fiancee came up to drop the lower off in the first place so i'd at least still have my property in my ****ing hands and we could give the business to someone who gives a shit about their customers.
here's some gun porn, this is my already registered lower with the upper that's going to grace my donkey show lower with its sweet, sweet 300 african-american-ness.