Several years ago, I was parked in front of my gunstore a good hour before opening. I was heading for a archaeological survey in the desert, waiting to pick up my .30-30 with newly installed tangsite. I had coffee and a few donuts with the sparkly things. The radio was playing a full performance of Gilbert and Sullivan's Yoeman of the Guard by the D'oyly Cart Company. Life was good. This guy pulls up and walks over. " Isn't the Pony Express open yet? Nope, opens at 10:00. Oh, I'm here to pick up my AR-15. I did 2 tours in 'Nam." I'm thinking , wow, you and a million other people. "Yea, I homeschool my kids, vote PHRASECENSOREDPOSTERSHOULDKNOWBETTER. and am born again." By now I'm missing my favourite chorus and my coffee is getting cold. " Yea, none of them Gays are gonna bother my family." I couldn't take anymore. " I'm GAY!" He retreated to his truck and rolled up the windows. The shop opened a 10 minutes later. I walked in first with my new friend behind, avoiding my very shadow. The cashier was a ex marine, nowhere near pretty, but what people would call good genetic stock. She could also outshoot me. I walked behind the register and planted a long kiss on her. She half fainted when I let go,asking what that was all about. "Oh, I don't want anybody believing any more rumours about me." Theres a time and place for everything ; light opera, half stale donuts, even firearm posts @ equipped <img src="images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />