So the wife and I went to the mall today. I'm standing in the common area looking into a store window trying to find her. I happen to be next to one of those cell phone retailers in the middle of the aisle, Kid working there asks if I have a cell phone. I tell him yes, and he says let me see it. I don't know why, but I showed it to him. He opens and sees that I have a gun as my background picture. He asks, what kind of gun is that? I say, "SIG" - he says, "what's that?" I tell him, "SIG SAUER." He's still drawing a blank. He then asks if it's mine, and I say, "no, it's my buddy's" (although it's mine and I had it on my hip under my sweatshirt) - just to try and end the conversation.
He then says, "I have a Desert Eagle." I roll my eyes at him, and he says, "it's a 50 caliber." I grabbed my cell phone and left. He couldn't have been 130 pounds wet. I think he'd been playing one too many video games, or listening to one too many rap songs.