i dropped off my application at the north leominster rod and gun club after work--they all are really good guys there might i add--and then headed over to dick's sporting goods to pick this up along with some 9mm FMJ for the 92FS.
i get home and i'm loading the ammunition into my safe and i'm thinking "that's odd... i could have sworn i had eight boxes of shells for this shotgun i just bought..." i look everywhere and then come to the conclusion that the cashier at dick's must have just not handed me the bag with the shotgun shells in it. i called the store and they said no one had seen any ammo. i was %100 sure they still had it so i raced back to the store and sure enough:
cashier: "hey you're the guy with the ammo, right? i found it right after i hung up the phone..."
me:
i'm going to pay very close attention next time i go shopping.
i get home and i'm loading the ammunition into my safe and i'm thinking "that's odd... i could have sworn i had eight boxes of shells for this shotgun i just bought..." i look everywhere and then come to the conclusion that the cashier at dick's must have just not handed me the bag with the shotgun shells in it. i called the store and they said no one had seen any ammo. i was %100 sure they still had it so i raced back to the store and sure enough:
cashier: "hey you're the guy with the ammo, right? i found it right after i hung up the phone..."
me:
i'm going to pay very close attention next time i go shopping.
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