I worked at a gun shop with an attached range for a few years. Aside from the numb nuts that sometimes darkened our door, I'd have to say I enjoyed working there. I had to learn to shut my ears off when the bullshit started flowing, or I played along. My boss would laugh at me for one upping the bullshit artists. I did see alot of safety infractions but we took care of them quite fast. Most times we corrected the action and that was enough for most people, but the real morons who screwed up on the range would have their weapon cleared out for them, the gear packed up, and shown the door. Three armed men surrounding you makes even the dumbest guy take notice. Idiots aside, I loved talking with my regular customers. They really made the day go by fast. Once you get to know people, you make friends with them quite fast and they become like family. I hated to leave the shop, but the ownership was changing and there wasn't any room left for me. So I went and crossed into the blue. Being in the Chair Force makes me miss working in that old, cluttered, smoke filled, lead infested shop even more.