I was at a little country auction out in the local area and there was a black rifle stuffed in a nasty old duffle bag that no one was even looking at. I casually made my way over to it and while everyone else was pre-occupied with the proceedings, I gave the weapon a quick peek. The selector made two clicks and rotated 180 degrees when I tried it. My heart started going pitty pat, as yours would too, and I stuffed the rifle back down in the bag and covered it with some old rags. The duffle full of "old clothes" came up on the block and the bidding started. I was bidding against some old fart and just as I was about to win with a $35 bid............................................ I woke up.
Must have been that big plate of spaghetti I had for supper that made me restless last night.