I have a Wilson Combat Professional being delivered to my shop for me TODAY. The FFL it shipped from called last Friday to confirm our FFL and promised to ship it ASAP. It didn't come on Saturday so I KNOW it's coming today.
The anticipation has been killing me.
Yesterday you couldn't tie me to the ground. I was like a kid the night before Christmas.
Today is my day off but when the phone call comes that my gun is in, I hope there are no police officers patrolling the roads because I'm going to make a 20 minute trip into a 15.
So, last night, when I went to bed, I could think of nothing but the excitement of the upcoming day. The phone call, rushing to the store, opening the box and seeing MY Wilson for the very first time. I'm amazed I got to sleep at all.
But then, the DREAM came.
I had a dream that I got the phone call saying the gun was in. JD and I rushed up to the store to pick it up and our office assistant (the one who would call me to tell me it was in) was standing there with a HUGE box in her hands, waiting for me. A couple colleagues had gathered around to watch the eager unwrapping of the much awaited Wilson and I was pleased to see that it was carefully wrapped in many layers of protective material to thwart against scratching and damage during transit.
I pulled back the last piece of wrapping, and there it lay. But it wasn't a one-thousandth of what I was hoping for.
Before me in the box was the most disgusting, pathetic looking gun I'd ever laid eyes on. And worse yet? It was spray-painted orange.
The grip safety was completely covered with rust, so much so that flicking it would leave one with rust dust crumbling to the bottom of the box. The Slide was chopped short so that the barrel stuck out of the slide and was also crudely cut, but not flesh with the poorly cut slide.
The orange spray paint was worn off in places and where it had worn off there was nothing but rust.
JD picked the gun up out of the box and pulled back the slide, which resulted in spiders (I have mild arachnophobia) crawling out of the chamber.
I was horrified.
JD, being the gentle and caring husband that he is, tried to make me feel better by saying, "It's not so bad. Maybe with some work..."
Everyone who had gathered around looked up at him with aghast and slightly disgusted looks on their faces.
Our office assistant tried to shove it back in the box before the spiders got everywhere in the store.
I woke up and breathed a HUGE sigh of relief that I actually woke up from that.
I'm still just as eager to get the phone call about my gun, I just hope there is nothing orange in the box or any spiders.