I had to make an emergency trip to Wal Mart today....had a blow out on a month old tire. Changed the darned thing...and in the process got my gray sweatshirt FILTHY. I mean I looked like an Oklahoma Wildcatter....grease EVERYWHERE.
I was driving my old truck....1989 GMC 4X4 (429,000miles and STILL runs like new) that I don't have the heart to get rid of...I drive it to keep my Tahoe from getting sassy. But the truck is my hunting, fishing, busting brush, heading for the back country, going to the range, and feedstore truck. BUT...it is a mud and dirt covered greasy pig to say the least.
Anyway...I got filthy.
I hate to be filthy so I took off my sweatshirt and was left with my Mighty Mouse T-Shirt and no cover garment.
I was carrying my bright stainless Colt 1911 .38 Super with elk stag grips...yeah yeah...it is my BBQ gun.
I went into the tire center to get my tire replaced and the guy behind the counter started writing me up, then paused when he saw my pistol.
He rolled his eyes and said..."Another damn gun nut! Probably going to start shooting the place up!" and went to get someone else to wait on me.
The department manager came up to where I was and asked if I had a problem.
"Other than your employee calling me a damn gun nut, and making the assertion that I was here to shoot the place up...no, I have no problem. Now, Get my tire replaced, balanced, and remounted. You have fifteen minutes before I go up front and talk to the store director."
"You nothing...I am a retired police officer, and I still work part time AS a police officer. Even if I weren't, carrying a firearm in Arizona is legal, AND you have no signs posted here saying that it is against Wal Mart policy to carry a firearm. The issue is NOT my gun, but the rude and shabby way I was treated by your employee and now by you. In fact...nevermind. I will go get the director, and then you can explain to him why I am going to another store and will never come into this one again, and why I will follow that up with letters, e-mails and phone calls to corporate headquarters."
His tone changed IMMEDIATELY. He got all sorts of apologetic and contrite. My tire was replaced, balanced, remounted AND they were all rotated in about 14 and a half minutes!
I am not one to get bent out of shape like that...but man, it hit me the wrong way, especially after the events of the last two weeks down here. I wish my wife would have been there...she has a way of keeping my kettle lid from steaming off when confronted by full frontal stupidity. I mean really? I wanted to tear this guy a new and bloody turd cutter.
I was even surprised at how mad he made me. I never yelled or raised my voice, I never do...yelling is for the weak minded...but I was very very clear, and more than just a bit irritated.
As I sat down to wait...a lady about 80 years old sat down next to me. She said "I am going to sit right here with you young man. If anyone gives you anymore poop (exact words) they can deal with me. I feel safe with you here."
BLESS HER HEART! Go Granny Go!
So...I walked her to her car and helped her load her small cart of groceries into it after the tires were done. You think a Wal Mart employee would help her with that? Leave it to some damn gun nut.
As a bonus....I went over to Sporting Goods...where I have always been treated well. They had Winchester Whote boxes of 357 Sig AND some 38 Super for $10 per 50 round box. Apparently one of the guys ordered the Sig and Super thinking it was Mag and Super. They had six boxes of Sig and 4 boxes of Super...I bought them all. Ball ammo of course, but I reload, and 500 rounds of reloadable Super and Sig is always a good thing to have around.