Now, I'm not usually one to give much of my money to old Sam. I'm not a fan of his business practices, but this ain't the time or place for that.
I stopped by the local Wally world on the way to my Nephew's place yesterday to grab some ammo, because he just got a new gun and we were thinking about going shooting. Got myself a box of that cheapo Winchester white box birdshot and figured I'd grab a couple of other things on the old 'while I'm here' principle.
Which is probably how that place makes most of their money.
Grabbed some washer fluid because I was out and some epoxy putty to fill that danged hole that's been in the front of my gearshift ever since I bought my car and driving me bats.
So at the checkout, the lady (a middle aged and for once sensible looking Wal Mart worker) scans the washer fluid and the epoxy putty and the computer squeals at her so she asks me for ID, which I have ready. But it took us both a second before we realized that the computer wasn't complaining about the ammo - She hadn't scanned it yet.
It was complaining about the epoxy putty. Apparently ya gotta be a legal adult to buy the stuff now, god forbid any minors go patching holes in their radiators or something. We had a short and puzzled conversation about that and when she scanned the ammo fully expected it to ask again.
But it didn't.
"That's odd," we say to each other, and agree to scan the ammo again after we finish the sale. So she scans it again all by its lonesome and the computer doesn't ask for ID as we fully expect it to.
If that doesn't just beat all. A ten year old could waltz into a Wally World and buy a gallon of deadly denatured alcohol and a 100 round pack of 12 gauge birdshot but not the epoxy putty. Man, this country keeps getting stranger.
I stopped by the local Wally world on the way to my Nephew's place yesterday to grab some ammo, because he just got a new gun and we were thinking about going shooting. Got myself a box of that cheapo Winchester white box birdshot and figured I'd grab a couple of other things on the old 'while I'm here' principle.
Which is probably how that place makes most of their money.
Grabbed some washer fluid because I was out and some epoxy putty to fill that danged hole that's been in the front of my gearshift ever since I bought my car and driving me bats.
So at the checkout, the lady (a middle aged and for once sensible looking Wal Mart worker) scans the washer fluid and the epoxy putty and the computer squeals at her so she asks me for ID, which I have ready. But it took us both a second before we realized that the computer wasn't complaining about the ammo - She hadn't scanned it yet.
It was complaining about the epoxy putty. Apparently ya gotta be a legal adult to buy the stuff now, god forbid any minors go patching holes in their radiators or something. We had a short and puzzled conversation about that and when she scanned the ammo fully expected it to ask again.
But it didn't.
"That's odd," we say to each other, and agree to scan the ammo again after we finish the sale. So she scans it again all by its lonesome and the computer doesn't ask for ID as we fully expect it to.
If that doesn't just beat all. A ten year old could waltz into a Wally World and buy a gallon of deadly denatured alcohol and a 100 round pack of 12 gauge birdshot but not the epoxy putty. Man, this country keeps getting stranger.