Door to door ammo salesman.Bring ‘em. This is Free America, you and your rifles will always be welcome at my home.
One of the first neighbors I met here came knocking on my door a few days later. I was like (in typical Ma**h*** fashion) “Who the f*** is that now?” (Checks cameras) “What’s this f***ing guy want.”
Shame on me. He’s a really nice older guy and was selling ammo so I bought 1K rds from him. Just because how many times in life does that happen? lol
Different world outside The Wall.
I'm imagining a Fuller Brush guy but with a pushcart for ammo.
Maybe a converted ice cream truck playing the battle hymn of the republic instead of the farmer in the dell.