Sure as God made little green apples, when you handed a customer a handgun from the showcase (action open, of course; that habit was so ingrained that I usually accidentally tried to jack the slides on the blue guns we used for light/laser demonstrators), two things would happen:
- Their booger hook would go straight to the bang switch as though drawn by a magnet.
- They'd point the muzzle right at my tummy.
"Excuse me, would you please not point that at me?"
"It ain't loaded."
"Yes, well, this one is, and having guns pointed at me makes me very nervous."