I went out to get some reloading stuff and saw a store that had "Tactical" in it's name, so I stopped by to see what kinda stuff they had in stock. There were some really cool military firearms on the walls that belonged to the owner's father. Garands, M14's, some Winchester 97 Trench Guns... There were a couple of guys buying some AR's and one of them started spouting out some garbage about "how hardcore this was". When I asked about a couple of suppressors that they had displayed behind the counter, "counter boy" and "hardcore guy" asked, "What?"
I said, "How much are you asking for the Gemtech suppressors, and what calibers are they for?", Just a little bit louder and clearer; figuring that they didn't hear me.
"No man, I meant WTF is a suppressor?", "counter boy" said.
"A suppressor? It's that metal can shaped thingy that makes your firearm report not so loud or annoying to the intended target or general public", I replied rather sarcastically.
"Oh, the damned SILENCER!", "counter boy" said while he and "hardcore" chuckled and snorted.
"Dude, if you don't know what shit is, then we ain't selling it to ya, those are SILENCERS, jack-ass!", "counter boy" said.
Just as I was about to forgo all decency and situational awareness, the owner came outta the back and asked why the conversation was so loud. I just let him know that his Gemtech SILENCERS were defective, they didn't make anything "SILENT", they only "suppressed". So now, "counter boy" and "hardcore" are losing it, laughing and joking about how this stupid (insert a few racial slurs here, one started with "dune" and also rhymed with it, the other started with "sand" you've heard them before...) didn't know what a SILENCER was. Just then, the owner slapped "counter boy" on the back of his head, told him and "that jack-ass over there" to leave his store and not come back. After we talked about some of his merchandise and his father's collection, he gave me a drag bag and .308 snap caps (which I gave both back) for not losing my mind and whipping "counter boy" into a bloody mess.
I wasn't upset because of the racial crap, I've heard it before... I was upset because as a prospective customer, I was treated rudely. Oh yeah, sometimes people think I'm Middle Eastern, my father is Cherokee and my mom is Kenyan, it's funny sometimes...
...sometimes.
I said, "How much are you asking for the Gemtech suppressors, and what calibers are they for?", Just a little bit louder and clearer; figuring that they didn't hear me.
"No man, I meant WTF is a suppressor?", "counter boy" said.
"A suppressor? It's that metal can shaped thingy that makes your firearm report not so loud or annoying to the intended target or general public", I replied rather sarcastically.
"Oh, the damned SILENCER!", "counter boy" said while he and "hardcore" chuckled and snorted.
"Dude, if you don't know what shit is, then we ain't selling it to ya, those are SILENCERS, jack-ass!", "counter boy" said.
Just as I was about to forgo all decency and situational awareness, the owner came outta the back and asked why the conversation was so loud. I just let him know that his Gemtech SILENCERS were defective, they didn't make anything "SILENT", they only "suppressed". So now, "counter boy" and "hardcore" are losing it, laughing and joking about how this stupid (insert a few racial slurs here, one started with "dune" and also rhymed with it, the other started with "sand" you've heard them before...) didn't know what a SILENCER was. Just then, the owner slapped "counter boy" on the back of his head, told him and "that jack-ass over there" to leave his store and not come back. After we talked about some of his merchandise and his father's collection, he gave me a drag bag and .308 snap caps (which I gave both back) for not losing my mind and whipping "counter boy" into a bloody mess.
I wasn't upset because of the racial crap, I've heard it before... I was upset because as a prospective customer, I was treated rudely. Oh yeah, sometimes people think I'm Middle Eastern, my father is Cherokee and my mom is Kenyan, it's funny sometimes...
...sometimes.