So I went to get a rifle from wally world (the price was too good to pass up).
Stage one: Ask for rifle
Stage two: come back the next day when the guy that 'knows about guns' can get it for me (he was supposed to call me first, but he forgot to read the note taped to the register so i just drove over with my wife)
Stage three: Watch wife get really pissed at wally world staff, antics included people holding up hand and running from the sales guy we caught so as not to have to help.
Stage four: Catch guy with 'knowledge'
Stage five: He calls winnie and tells us it will be $580 for a $390 rifle.
Stage six: Gets the correct price
Stage seven: get rifle, start paperwork.
Stage eight: When he tells me I cannot write "USA", I get a red haze thinking about how stupid I was to join the service for the shithead government who pisses all over me every chance they get (witness the yellow form), plus extra pissed at wally world for stupid rules, and realize I am actually writing "United fucking states", but I catch myself halfway through 'fucking' and write 'states' over it.
Stage nine: after waiting 20 minutes manager kevin comes back to carry my gun out, we hit the door and he gives it to me, I request he load my car but he refuses.
Was it worth it to save $100? I don't know.