So today I went into the Funstore to pick up some parts and while I was there BSing with the guy behind the counter four kids who looked 16 years-old walk in, dressed like wannabe gangbanger fucktards.
The salesperson helping me (Lance) at the time was closest to the door when they came in and it went a little like this
Lance(L): Any of you 18?
(silence)
L: Any of you 18?
(ignore him)
L: Any of you 18?!
Mexican #1 (M1): Yeeuh
M2: Yeeuh, he 18 (as all three of the kids point at the asian guy in the group)
L checks his ID and verifies that he is 18 and asks what he can do to help them.
M1: Yeeuh, I need a clip, you got a clip?
L: Clip?
M2: Yeeuh, a clip. We need a clip, you got one?
L: Clip?
M1: Yeuh, fo' a gun
L: Oh, for a gun. What kind?
M1: A .22
M2: Yeeuh, a .22
L: What kind?
M1: A .22
L: What kind?
M1: A .22 for a gun
L: What kind?
M2: Fo' a .22
L: What KIND OF GUN??
M1: A rifle
L: What kind of rifle?
M1: A .22
L: What kind of .22 rifle?
M1: A Smith rifle
L: A Smith rifle? Smith doesn't make rifles.
M1: Yeeuh they do.
M2: sheeit, a Smith rifle.
L: No, they don't make a rifle.
(goes back and forth for a little while)
M1: It like 'dis. (places a magazine on the counter)
L: This is for a pistol.
M2: sheeit
L: This looks like a Smith (35 or 53 or some model I don't remember) Talk to Bob down there, he knows his magazines.
And off these kids go walking - Well, they were half-walking, or whatever they call it when you can't take a full stride because your pants are falling down - off to talk to Mr. Bob about clips.. I mean magazines.
So I continue talking to Lance about guns and politics and whatnot and the kids make their way to the counter to buy the magazine they came for. Bob rang them up at the front register, which has a glass display case below it. In the case are various military objects, and a handful of .50BMG rounds. Mexican #1 sees the rounds and decided to comment, showing his homies how up-to-date on firearms he is.
M1: Sheet, dat be for an AK, yo!
M2: Daaayum, dat iz tight!
Bob: That's not for an AK
M1: AKs are da' bomb, dawg.
M2: Dat would be da sheeit, yo
Bob: That's a .50 caliber rifle round for target shooting. The AK uses much smaller ammunition, and I'm happy to report that YOU can't buy an AK.
M1: Sheeit, I wanna git one of dem!
And with that they leave.
I don't dislike kids, but I certainly dislike certain types of kids.
At least they didn't come up and ask me how many rounds I could fit in my 'Gat.