I had a couple partial boxes of .40 FMJ left over from the M&P Shield test article. Consolidated, it was thirty-five rounds of .40 that I had no real plans for, so I divvied it up between three mags and dropped the factory barrel back in the Glock 35.
On the way to the grocery store, I detoured to Indy Arms Co and ran in with ear muffs in one hand and a zippered pistol pouch in the other. "I just need a freebie target and a place to stand and launch bullets for a couple minutes," I said, sliding my driver's license across the counter to hold a lane.
|"That little guy? I wouldn't worry about that little guy."|
That felt better.
I went on to the grocery store in an altogether better mood.