I also posted this info in the "Break Room" but thought it should be posted here as well.
I arrived early and stood in line for over an hour. They had the "Take a Number" thingy at the sporting goods counter. The numbers were out of order. I pulled off #17 and the guy behind me pulled ticket #16. I kept calm. It didn't matter. Some of the employees were obviously ignorant of the "take a number" thing. I heard numbers called out until it reached 12 and then didn't hear any numbers called for quite a while. Then an employee behind the counter started waiting on a guy that was clearly holding a ticket with 18 on it. I temporarily lost my calm. I spoke up. OK, no problem...They decided to wait on me. I was after a Buck Mark 5.5 inch "Practical" model. After looking at the display model and noticing it was scratched, the employee told me that was the only one they had. I said, "No, there is another one in the bottom of the display case" and pointed it out to him. He reluctantly got the 2nd one out and showed it to me. It wasn't scratched so I told him "I'll take that one." Next was filling out the 4473 and more waiting.. I noticed that the guy who had ticket #18 was checking out ahead of me and I overheard some talk about a scratched gun and speaking about a friend who worked there, but, again, I remained calm. When it came my turn to check out they presented me with the scratched gun. That's when I lost my calm, Cherub-like demeanor. I showed them the scratch and explained that I wanted the other pistol I had previously selected. I was told that one just walked out the door with the #18 guy. This is when I lost every single ounce of the "calm" I had in reserve. I didn't swear at anyone but I did explain, very clearly and in no uncertain terms, that the pistol in question could be deposited in an area of the salesman's body where the sun never shines. This is the story of my final trip to Rural King.
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