I was at the Mustang wal-mart last night picking up a few things. Cruised through the sporting dept, because I always do. Nobody was at the counter, nit surprise there. Looking around, I see a box on a push cart labeled "mini mags".
I thought, "Holy crap! Am I lucky or what?!?"
I had someone paged to the sporting dept and then ran back to the counter. I stood right in front of the register, arms full of the wifes coffee creamer, refusing to budge. After all, I couldn't let someone else swoop in and buy up the treasure I'd discovered.
After about 10 mins, the gentleman who works back there strolls up and asks if I needed any help. Doing a little dance, I point to the box and say "You've got some 22lr ammo over there and I want to get some. " He says, alright, goes over and digs out the box. He looks at the label real close for a second, looks at me and says "These are flashlights".
FLASHLIGHTS!!!
damnit
I thought, "Holy crap! Am I lucky or what?!?"
I had someone paged to the sporting dept and then ran back to the counter. I stood right in front of the register, arms full of the wifes coffee creamer, refusing to budge. After all, I couldn't let someone else swoop in and buy up the treasure I'd discovered.
After about 10 mins, the gentleman who works back there strolls up and asks if I needed any help. Doing a little dance, I point to the box and say "You've got some 22lr ammo over there and I want to get some. " He says, alright, goes over and digs out the box. He looks at the label real close for a second, looks at me and says "These are flashlights".
FLASHLIGHTS!!!
damnit
