...is it the snow, or what?
I mean, we don't sell milk or bread, but the last time I jogged a gun back to gunsmithing, the lot was full, there were cars parked in all the little "non-spaces" at the end of rows, and there were like five or six cars parked on the grass.
The joint is jumpin'.
"Quick, Martha! There's a 30% chance of snow! Let's get bread and milk, then go buy a gun and get snowed in at the indoor range!"
Not that I'm complaining, mind you, just baffled.