With a name like Flopsweat? Not GQ??? Get out!
"Don't look at meeee!"
With a name like Flopsweat? Not GQ??? Get out!
With all due respect, MVA's are usually exactly that...accidents. Firearms fatalities sometimes fall into that category, but the willful destruction of life, either by suicide or murder, leaves scars that mere "loss" doesn't begin to cover.
We were discussing traumatic events that leave a lasting mark, and I was indicating why a tool used BY CHOICE for destruction of life often creates a lasting fear/loathing for survivors.
Then I'd like them to answer this. Even if their own time and distance calculator shows that Ground will get it there the next day, they still make you pay for Next Day. Which will go on the same truck as the Ground shipment.They ship Firearms in a way that the package is handled by fewer people, thus less chance for a theft.
Well, they lose it, you tell them it's a gun rather than 'machined tool parts' and they deny the claim.
that was one of the few positive encounters i've had there. most of the time there are granola chopping, yuppie, anti-hunting <<insert bad language here>>that give me dirty looks and sometimes make snide comments. and this happens all the time on Div or Wildife land, set aside for hunting and fishing.
Which gas station was that? The Marathon on Market or the Admiral on Fulton west of 131?I was OC'ing in downtown Grand Rapids a few months ago. As I'm waiting to pre pay for my gas ($50), I'm getting all sorts of looks from the patrons of the store, most of them younger urban teens. When I get to the counter, I notice the clerk is behind two inch thick plexiglass and I have to slide my cash in a tiny slot at the bottom. Honestly though, I think he was somewhat relieved as I was there, openly armed. The other store customers didn't look like they were getting gas and sundries and going about their business.
Then I realized that my set of keys was missing the key for the gas cap (had issues with ****** neighbors siphoning gas where I used to live). So I have to go back into the store to get my money back and explain the situation. More kids had wandered into the store, saw my gun on my hip, and decided that they should all leave. The clerk hands me my money back, now openly relieved that my armed presence (my two friends were also armed, one open another concealed, just outside) had probably just thwarted a smash and grab by a bunch of thug kids.
I don't blame you one bit.Don't usually stop there if I can help it.
Huh. I have firearms and don't live in a run down trailer. Must be doing something wrong. There definitely isn't any stereotyping going on in that show.