shooter521
Certified Glock Nut
... that make me REALLY enjoy being in the gun biz.
Last week, a lady called wanting to know pricing, availability and options on an Auto-Ordnance Thompson .45 rifle (i.e. a "Tommygun"), as she wanted to get one as a birthday gift for her husband. I obliged her by checking a few different distributors to see what was in stock, and giving her the corresponding model information and prices. She said she would have to confer with a couple other folks to see exactly which model she should get for him (the gift was to be a surprise), and wanted to check pricing at other shops as well. I told her if she decided to go with us, she'd need to come in and put down a 10% deposit so we could order the gun.
A couple days ago, she popped in and plunked down a deposit on a 1927A1 Deluxe with 30rd box mag and 50rd drum. It showed up today, so I called her this morning and left a message that she could come and pick it up.
About half an hour before close, she comes in. Says today is her husband's actual birthday day, and he is in the car; she has brought him down all the way from Atlanta IN where they live, without telling him where they were going or why. She pays the balance on the gun, then goes outside to get him. I greet him, tell him "happy birthday," and open the case to show him his new gun. He is... surprised, to say the least. He checks the gun out, does the paperwork, passes the background check, and the two walk out, happy as clams.
They were a nice couple (she is what we in the industry call "a keeper"), it was a neat sale, and I was happy to be a part of it.
Sales like this make up for a multitude of "how many time do it shoot" type questions and some of the other dumb stuff we have to put up with on a daily basis.
I love my job.
Last week, a lady called wanting to know pricing, availability and options on an Auto-Ordnance Thompson .45 rifle (i.e. a "Tommygun"), as she wanted to get one as a birthday gift for her husband. I obliged her by checking a few different distributors to see what was in stock, and giving her the corresponding model information and prices. She said she would have to confer with a couple other folks to see exactly which model she should get for him (the gift was to be a surprise), and wanted to check pricing at other shops as well. I told her if she decided to go with us, she'd need to come in and put down a 10% deposit so we could order the gun.
A couple days ago, she popped in and plunked down a deposit on a 1927A1 Deluxe with 30rd box mag and 50rd drum. It showed up today, so I called her this morning and left a message that she could come and pick it up.
About half an hour before close, she comes in. Says today is her husband's actual birthday day, and he is in the car; she has brought him down all the way from Atlanta IN where they live, without telling him where they were going or why. She pays the balance on the gun, then goes outside to get him. I greet him, tell him "happy birthday," and open the case to show him his new gun. He is... surprised, to say the least. He checks the gun out, does the paperwork, passes the background check, and the two walk out, happy as clams.
They were a nice couple (she is what we in the industry call "a keeper"), it was a neat sale, and I was happy to be a part of it.
Sales like this make up for a multitude of "how many time do it shoot" type questions and some of the other dumb stuff we have to put up with on a daily basis.
I love my job.
