This kind is bad enough at the gun shop, but they are even worse on the range! My wife and I go shooting quite frequently. She has been through several tactical courses and is very proficient with her Glock or Browning and is especially good with a revolver.
When we go to the range, we get different lanes so that we won't be trading off and can focus on what we are doing. Sometimes we are not able to get side-by-side and that is when the fun starts.
There is always some guy hanging around who is looking for some lady to impress and give advice. They just can't wait until she loads her magazines and then they move in and start offering her advise. I admire her patience, she will listen to them and then turn and put a whole mag through the center of the target. I love the look on their face.
There are those who talk the talk, and there are those who walk the walk. Usually, the more they talk the less they walk.
This applies to pretty much all fields of endeavor, not just to guns.
A perfect analogy. Well said.
Originally Posted by denverd0n
I am deeply offended! I wish you guys would quit calling guys like this "mall ninjas".
That is an insult to us REAL mall ninjas. You guys know nothing of the burden we bear.
How would you like to have to hang out at the mall for hours on end while wearing your batman gear including your 45 caliber balistic nunchucks and a concealed 27 lb. Blastatron 2000 (139 caliber with a range of 36"; also capable of making coffee and julian fries).
I could tell you more, but then I would have to enlist the two guys at the gun store (Moe and Larry) to help me kill you.
It's so difficult being me! :rolleyes:
Originally Posted by PaulG
I HEAR YA BROTHER!
MALL NINJAS OF THE WORLD UNITE!!
Meeting tonite behind Bed, Baths & Beyond. Get Pizzas & colas from Sbarros before the meeitng.
I used to work with a guy like that. There was a comment made one day about his 1/2 ton pickup truck and it's mechanical state. He told us it, like he, was always incognito.......yes he actually said that. When I asked him to elaborate, he pulled me aside and told me that with his truck, he was a gold bar transporter for the US Govt. At night he would drive to some unknown place and pick up 50 bars and load them into the secret compartment in his bed, then after work he would drive to the delivery point and unload the bars. He had been doing this for 10 years and the place we worked for was just a cover story. I would have been afraid to place a 5 gallon bucket of grease on that trucks bed, for fear the springs would collapse.
If that was not enough, about two years after he was fired from the job, I ran into him, in a gunstore, with 6 people in tow, each carrying a 1 gallon baggie full of used .22 casings. As he went by, dressed head to toe in black leather, he high fived me and set the 7 bags on the counter and stated to the clerk " Reload these, my good man, with your finest projectiles and lock them for accuracy. I'll return in the morning to claim them". As he walked away I started to say somethig and he covered my mouth until the guy left the store. He then took the 7 bags, dumped the contents, and emptied a 500 round brick into each one. The clerk saluted the door and stated "Reloaded per your request...Sir". I had to leave I was laughing so hard. Supposedly this guy was running an anti-terroist training camp out of town. I was told they trained using Ruger 10/22 rifles.
I'll watch for him next time I'm near Fort Knox.
I need to get me some of them 22 rimfire reloading dies. :rofl: