Bobbi X: "Oh, a Maxim gun! Whatever happens we have got/The Maxim gun and they have not!"
Me: "...and, really, who doesn't want a Maxim gun?"
Shootin' Buddy: "Not me. You buy a gun; you marry a machine gun. If I wanted to load belts, schlep belts, drag tripods, and clean machine guns, I'd have joined the army."
Further down the same aisle, I spotted a gorgeous Euroweenie-style combination gun: 16ga over 8x57, beautifully figured walnut, tastefully engraved, price tag like a decent used car...
Me: "Ooh! Look!"
SB: "Eh. Not really really something I'd use."
Me: "I wasn't trying to sell you on it; it just makes me happy that things like that exist in this world."