This is from my brother
It’s been some time since I last went shooting, but after a year of traveling around the world with my wife, I decided to pick up the hobby again.
I went down to the nearest firearm provider to pick up some supplies. Just accessories – I already had a rack full of guns, but none of the ammo.
I was hoping it would just be a quick in and out. I found what I needed pretty fast (even with my eyesight) and approached the counter.
When I was ready to pay for my purchases of gun powder and bullets, the cashier said, “Strip down, facing me.”
Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she had instructed. When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out that she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card-reader.
I have been asked to shop elsewhere in the future.
They need to make their instructions to us seniors a little clearer!
