Saturday afternoon, on my travels from the Medina gunshow to Grand River, I decided to, against my better judgement, stop off at an un-named sporting goods store in Middleburg Heights off of Pearl Road. I was looking for a rimfire scope to put on my 10/22. Instead of finding a scope, I found said sporting goods store commando, working the counter and sporting his best pair of Chinese knock-off camo BDU's. For easy reference, let's call him Commando Dick (note unnamed sporting goods store).
I happened to be sporting my AR15.com shirt. Well Commando Dick notices it and asks, "Hey, know anything about ARs?"
"Uhhh, a little." I replied.
"How about M4's and M203s? You know, I got all that stuff in my safe at home. Brought all of that home with me when I was in the Army."
Oh great, I think to myself. I know where this is headed....
"Yeah, got all that full auto stuff. G3's and HK91's, MP5's, M16's. I got more in my vault at home than they got in this store."
Uh huh, sure....

Apparently my lack of interest in Commando Dick's arsenal causes him to move on to the next unsuspecting customer.
"Yeah, my dad and brother are over in Iraq right now..."
"They're in the Army?"
"Not just the Army, they're
Special Forces {at this point I'm just trying to contain my laughter}... they went out there two months ago and they're doing some crazy stuff. But you know, they still haven't told me if they've gotten Saddam yet."
At this point, I ask Commando Dick if he has the scope in stock. I'm obviously interrupting I'm-compensating-for-my-small-penis-fantasy-make-believe-story-time and Commando Dick loudly proclaims, "Lemme check, but I doubt it." He begrudingly hauls his lard ass over to the stock room and quickly returns to proclaim, "Nope, like I said, we ain't got any." (Thanks for putting in the effort)
As I'm getting ready to leave, he comments, "Hey, that's a cool shirt, where do I go to get one of those things?" Realizing that Commando Dick obviously dumps all of his disposable income from working the sporting goods counter into his Class III collection (oh wait, I forgot, he brought it all home from the Army...,) I told him they were not available anymore. After all, I wouldn't him burning out his brain cell deciding whether to spend his paycheck on an AR15.com T-shirt or another M16.
If any of you are in there area, feel free to pay him a visit - I haven't laughed that much in quite awhile.