They're jerks. I went in a few months ago, set my pistol (slide locked back) on the counter and started filling out the paperwork. A$$hole behind the counter drags (yes drags) my pistol across the counter and picks it up. He removes a very small piece of lint from the barrel and proceeds to tell me how he probably just saved my life from the gun exploding by removing the lint.

I look at the edge of the slide and it now has some small scratches on it. I point this out to Mr. a$$hole, and of course he denies it. I tear up the paperwork and start to leave when he says he can't believe I would walk out over a few scratches on my gun.

You guys do what you want, I WILL NEVER GIVES THESE PEOPLE ANOTHER PENNY OF MY MONEY.

Fug um

M2MG