Not happy, that my "Devil Doc" corpsman grandson is getting ready to deploy to the 'stan with his Marines, Again.
Tired of crappy customer service. Took the old pistol that my dad gave me to the local gunsmith (located in the local 'ol boys sporting goods store) for a check up a couple months ago. Waited patiently for a phone call. Nothing. Finally I went in to see how it was going. First he ignores me, til one of the other guys said something to him. Then he takes me back to the gun safe, tells me he really hasn't had time to go over it, because he had some "Really Important Guns" to take care of! You know what Bucko, that old pistol is really important to me! If you didn't have the time or want to work on it, you should have just told me. And if you ever, ever sweep me with a gun again, I'm prepared for the consequences of my actions.
Glad that the young salesgirl in Victoria's Secret laughed With me when I asked just how one was supposed to get out of that leather bustiere without a ka bar.