At this shop I frequent, there are 3 very attractive women that are spouses or daughters of the male employees there. One day, this older guy walks in and asks to speak to someone knowledgable regarding 1911s saying that he's got some sort of problem with his. One of the women walks up and says, "hi, my name is X, and what's the issue with the 1911?" He looks up and says, "honey, I have a problem with this gun and I don't have time to flirt". Her response was frickin' hilarious: "Yup you now have two problems, 1 I can see what the issue is from right here and I know how to fix it. 2. I am not going to tell you unless you change your attitude." He was flubbering around for an answer and walked out the door, without his gun. He came back 15 minutes later bellowing about his gun. The woman hands it to him and says the problem has been fixed, and that it took 5 minutes of routine cleaning. He took one look at the soot covered hands and apologized. Turns out the gun was flithy and there was a bit of brass sticking out of something or another (the old guy like to reload and reload) that was jamming something. Yes, there was a happy ending after he apologized.