Before I tell my story, I wish to make it clear that this is in no way a Wal-Mart bashing thread. If you hate Wal-Mart I'm sure we are already painfully aware of your sentiment. 
I had been planning on buying an AR style rifle, and had been pricing different models/brands, reading through SB and talking to friends, so when someone I know bought a certain rifle at WAL-Mart I asked for their their opinion on their purchase. He liked the rifle, the price was good, and the particular brand came highly recommended from other shooters whose opinion I trust. When DW started asking me why I hadn't bought one yet I decided it was time.
Last week we went to the next town over to visit our accountant/tax-preparer, where was also the nearest Wal-Mart, and on the way back to the office I suggested that we just stop in and see what they had. I mean, what better to put you in the mood for buying a black scary rifle than seeing in black and white what portion of your previous years' earnings the Government says is theirs. So we stopped in, picked up a few foodstuffs, and made our way to the sporting goods section. I asked the clerk if they had rifle "X", which they did, and she promptly retrieved it from the display rack for my inspection. I'm a typical male shopper, meaning that when I go shopping I'm actually going buying, as the shopping has already been done. I know what I want, and only need to locate the item, hand over he cash, and drag it home. I looked the rifle over, mainly because people think you're strange if you buy a gun without at least holding it first, then said "Let's do this.". The clerk returned the rifle to the rack, made a call for a manager to get one from stock, and started "the proceedure".
This is when it got kinda funky. There were a couple other guys in the sporting goods section, looking at guy stuff, and one of them spoke up. "Hey [My name], I hope you don't mind my asking, but what do you shoot with a gun like that?"
I was kinda speechless. I mean, really? Is it any of your business? And HOW THE HECK DO YOU KNOW MY NAME? I really don't remember exactly how I answered, saying something about it being a good varmint round, and they're just fun to shoot. I was resisting the temptation to say something like "Anyone that tries to take advantage of me when TSHTF.".
Fortunately, this is a rural area, and almost everyone around here is of a common mindset. The clerk, a woman about my age (read as 'middle aged') spoke up and said they were great for plinking and target shooting, and the other guy standing nearby echoed my thoughts about it being a good varmint rifle. Everyone smiled, and the awkwardness dissipated as we went about the business at hand.
DW asked me later how the guy knew my name, and by that time I realized that I was wearing my uniform shirt, with my name plastered on it for the world to see.
Oh, as for the rifle, I have yet to get it to the range for a thorough test, but I have managed to crank a few rounds out and I couldn't be more pleased.
So, has anyone else ever had a moment similar to this? I'd like to think I'm not the only one.
I had been planning on buying an AR style rifle, and had been pricing different models/brands, reading through SB and talking to friends, so when someone I know bought a certain rifle at WAL-Mart I asked for their their opinion on their purchase. He liked the rifle, the price was good, and the particular brand came highly recommended from other shooters whose opinion I trust. When DW started asking me why I hadn't bought one yet I decided it was time.
Last week we went to the next town over to visit our accountant/tax-preparer, where was also the nearest Wal-Mart, and on the way back to the office I suggested that we just stop in and see what they had. I mean, what better to put you in the mood for buying a black scary rifle than seeing in black and white what portion of your previous years' earnings the Government says is theirs. So we stopped in, picked up a few foodstuffs, and made our way to the sporting goods section. I asked the clerk if they had rifle "X", which they did, and she promptly retrieved it from the display rack for my inspection. I'm a typical male shopper, meaning that when I go shopping I'm actually going buying, as the shopping has already been done. I know what I want, and only need to locate the item, hand over he cash, and drag it home. I looked the rifle over, mainly because people think you're strange if you buy a gun without at least holding it first, then said "Let's do this.". The clerk returned the rifle to the rack, made a call for a manager to get one from stock, and started "the proceedure".
This is when it got kinda funky. There were a couple other guys in the sporting goods section, looking at guy stuff, and one of them spoke up. "Hey [My name], I hope you don't mind my asking, but what do you shoot with a gun like that?"
Fortunately, this is a rural area, and almost everyone around here is of a common mindset. The clerk, a woman about my age (read as 'middle aged') spoke up and said they were great for plinking and target shooting, and the other guy standing nearby echoed my thoughts about it being a good varmint rifle. Everyone smiled, and the awkwardness dissipated as we went about the business at hand.
DW asked me later how the guy knew my name, and by that time I realized that I was wearing my uniform shirt, with my name plastered on it for the world to see.
Oh, as for the rifle, I have yet to get it to the range for a thorough test, but I have managed to crank a few rounds out and I couldn't be more pleased.
So, has anyone else ever had a moment similar to this? I'd like to think I'm not the only one.