I’m driving my pickup to the munitions store. Its seems like any typical Tuesday; however, today is eminently gloomy and dull outside which gives me a strange, ominous feeling. I arrive at the store hoping I am able to restore my 12-gauge I bought here a couple months ago. As I’m searching for the tools that would help patch up my gun and settle my problem, I notice a young man in the store just browsing around, and not seeming to obtain any previous experience with firearms. Even Though I am not a worker, I’m curious to see what he could possibly be looking for in here. I also think he seems lost and it’s better to have me, fellow customer, help find the correct type of gun that isn’t overpriced and has the perfect value, than to have a worker
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I start questioning him about what gun he is seeking to purchase, and if he has ever previously bought one. He speaks back in a quiet, scared tone, not attempting to give eye contact. He then says, “No I’ve never purchased one and I’m not sure which type to buy.” I don’t think he enjoys my company nor my questioning of him and he keeps on, walking quickly to the next aisle not to continue browsing for weapons, but only to avoid my presence. I don’t let it bother me, and I continue on my path looking for the correct tools for the job. About ten minutes later I notice the young man at the register purchasing a handgun. I start to wonder as to why he would buy a handgun, but then I refocus on my own course through the store and no longer continue to think about the fellow. Later that night I remember the young lad again and can’t stop to thinking as to why he would acquire a handgun. I worry whether if he is a sociopath or murderer, and I think about what he would do with the …show more content…
I typically never have the first shift, but since my co-worker is visiting family I have to take a double shift today. For the first two hours there are only a couple regular customers who enter the store not in hope of purchasing anything, but just socializing with one another ever so often speaking about the firearms in the store. I became so bored I started reading some of the magazines that they keep behind the register. The magazines aren’t that intriguing, but I realize I just wasted two hours when I check my watch and it reads 12:00. A couple minutes later, Mac, a regular customer at the store walks in looking to fix his shotgun. I’m fairly new to my job, only working here for a few weeks, and only checking people out behind the register. I tell him I don’t know much about how to fix a gun, but all the tools should be in the second aisle. Just after I speak with Mac, a lanky young college kid walks into the store and I immediately began to question to myself as to why a college kid would need a weapon. I ask him if there is anything in particular he is looking for, but he shakes his head side to side and continues through the store. I study and observe what the student is doing and then see Mac approach and try to help him. The student doesn’t seems like he doesn’t want any help and tries to brush off Mac as quickly as he can. The kid finds the pistol he’s looking for and I help him with checking out the
I start questioning him about what gun he is seeking to purchase, and if he has ever previously bought one. He speaks back in a quiet, scared tone, not attempting to give eye contact. He then says, “No I’ve never purchased one and I’m not sure which type to buy.” I don’t think he enjoys my company nor my questioning of him and he keeps on, walking quickly to the next aisle not to continue browsing for weapons, but only to avoid my presence. I don’t let it bother me, and I continue on my path looking for the correct tools for the job. About ten minutes later I notice the young man at the register purchasing a handgun. I start to wonder as to why he would buy a handgun, but then I refocus on my own course through the store and no longer continue to think about the fellow. Later that night I remember the young lad again and can’t stop to thinking as to why he would acquire a handgun. I worry whether if he is a sociopath or murderer, and I think about what he would do with the …show more content…
I typically never have the first shift, but since my co-worker is visiting family I have to take a double shift today. For the first two hours there are only a couple regular customers who enter the store not in hope of purchasing anything, but just socializing with one another ever so often speaking about the firearms in the store. I became so bored I started reading some of the magazines that they keep behind the register. The magazines aren’t that intriguing, but I realize I just wasted two hours when I check my watch and it reads 12:00. A couple minutes later, Mac, a regular customer at the store walks in looking to fix his shotgun. I’m fairly new to my job, only working here for a few weeks, and only checking people out behind the register. I tell him I don’t know much about how to fix a gun, but all the tools should be in the second aisle. Just after I speak with Mac, a lanky young college kid walks into the store and I immediately began to question to myself as to why a college kid would need a weapon. I ask him if there is anything in particular he is looking for, but he shakes his head side to side and continues through the store. I study and observe what the student is doing and then see Mac approach and try to help him. The student doesn’t seems like he doesn’t want any help and tries to brush off Mac as quickly as he can. The kid finds the pistol he’s looking for and I help him with checking out the