Joe, mellow. Nobody here will think less of a gun owner just because an abstract collection of symbols for gun owner was placed next to the abstract symbols for Gays. You want peace and quiet in a gunstore? I was sitting outside mine years ago well before opening hour. I was enroute to a excavation in the desert and wanted to pick up my .375 H&H mauser in case of rabid desert tortoises and pagan biker gangs. I'm kicked back, drinking my Starbucks and listening to a D'Oyly Carte recording of H.M.S. Pinafore. Truck pulls up behind me like the spaceship in Close Encounters of the Third Kind in the predawn dusk. Guy gets out and walks up to my open window ( my hand slipping down for the Walther PP) " Well morning friend-blah blah-blah I did two tours in Nam, blah blah, Homeschool my kids, got born again- you've heard of Jesus have you? Blah, Blah And I' m lifetime NRA, hate gays, Democrats, hippies" and more stream of consciousness dogtail sniffing who are you smalltalk than the collected poetry of Rush Limbaugh. All I wanted was to do was sip my 'Jo and hear my brit light opera. I finally said deadpan " I'm GAY" and he ran for his truck and rolled up the windows. I again relaxed and sang along with " I'm called little buttercup, sweet little buttercup, though I shall never know why--." The cashier Robin walked up from his cami painted VW thing in a german uniform and said " good morning Buttercup, going to the great Western gunshow today? I had the whole store to myself as my erstwhile friend sort of pressed himself between the cigarstore Indian and the reloading cabinet. You never know when labels can help out <img src="/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />