Mr. Helpful: "Can I help you find something?"I feel her pain...
Me: "Yes, thank you, I'm looking for .45 ACP."
Mr. Helpful: "Now are you sure that's the kind of ammunition you're supposed to get?"
At least someone asked her. I will never forget the time I stood at a gun counter with a fat wad of Ben Franklins burning a hole in my pocket, just waiting for someone to stop talking about bass fishing long enough to sell me a Kimber CDP. I never got helped, and they never got the money.