Need to vent....again....
Last night I was having a little fun at the range. Well, kinda sorta, my recoil anticipation problem came back. Its an issue I just can't shake but working hard on it. Anyways, my friend "Kevin" called to ask if I could meet up with him later on that night to help "Pete" because he wanted to buy his very first pistol and since I read a lot that I could be of some help. I said sure.
Later on that night, we met up. Me, "Kevin", "Pete" all were talking and Pete's co-worker showed up. The co-worker didn't say hello, didn't shake hands, didn't even acknowledge. He just pulled up a seat and sat down with a cocky, "I am Mr Bad Ass" look.
Okay, as we a pick a topic on a gun, a feature, or a caliber, the co-worker butts in as if we begged for his opinion. My friend, kevin, was talking something about a caliber when the co-worker butts in, AGAIN, and asks, "Kevin, do you have a CHL?" My friend looks at him as if he was stupid and said, "No, you don't need one in order to have a knowledge about guns". The co-worker gets cocky and says, "well I have one".
Now we get to the good part. As me and Pete are getting to Glocks, his main problem was that it doesn't come with a safety. I told him now to worry about that because the safety is "between the ears". The co-worker, butts in AGAIN, and says, "well, I can draw and disengage the safety pretty fast." I say, "OH really?? Well, what pistol do you have?" He mumbles out CZ. I said, "WHAT?" He repeats it again. So, being annoyed already by his character, I wanted to see if he wanted a little gun knowledge battle royale! I challenged him and asked, "what is it?" He says, "Oh its an old gun, my dad gave it to me". I say, "I didn't ask how old was it, I asked what is it?" He didn't say much, so I preceded. "Is it a 75B, an 85, an 83, a 97?" "Is it Combat, Competition, Compact, or Tactical?" And I swear to you, if he said RAMI 2075, he would've had a cigarette burn because the RAMI is NOT old. He end up saying nothing but "I dunno". I said, "so your OWN dad gave you his gun so that his son could protect himself and yet you don't know what it is?" He said "Well, I am not going to keep it much, I am just waiting for my new one to come in." I just had to ask what it was. "He says, Colt..." and before he could answer, I said "Don't tell me, 1911 in some flashy finish like nickel platted". He looked puzzled and before he could ask, I said "you just look like the type."
Well, a couple minutes passed and me and my friends continued on our conversation while just ignoring him. Just like a fly, he ended up leaving. Sorry, I felt a sense of accomplishment. :bier: