How rumors get started...
So, I'm at Wal-Mart on Tuesday buying ammo for my weekly trip up to the range.
I approach the counter and ask for some .380 ammo.
There were three elderly gentlemen standing around--one of them was coming back and forth from the counter filling a rack, another was behind the counter and the third was standing there talking.
The third looked at me and said, ".380! Why in the world would you want .380?"
"Well, I've got plenty of .40 and .45. I'm just out of .380."
As he hassled me about my caliber choice the man behind the counter got me a box and started to ring me up but not before he did extensive math on my date of birth to insure that I was, indeed, over twenty-one years of age.
I had also picked up some soap and a get well card for a good friend of mine and I asked him if he could ring those up for me as well.
He said, "Sure!" and started beeping away.
He took a look at the get well card and said, "Ha.. is this for the guy you shot with the .380?"
The guy who had hassled me about my caliber choice said, "Yeah, no wonder he's not dead. You just shot him with .380."
At this point in time the guy that was stocking the shelf was approaching the counter and entered the conversation at just the WRONG moment.
"Who shot who with .380?"
The clerk points at me and said, "She did! And she's buying him a get well card."
The poor stock-guys eyes got huge and I was totally taken back!
"Wait! NO! I didn't shoot anyone!" I said, "It's just a card for a sick friend."
I quickly paid and got out of there FAST before the conversation progressed.
That's the last time I buy get well cards and ammo at the same time.