I never realized that the suburb city that I lived in outside of LA would have so many small gun stores. It didn’t even cross my mind to look when I started shopping. I just went to the biggest store that I knew of in my area, Bass Pro Shops. That place is gigantic. The store looks like someone blew up a hunting lodge and packed it with as much woodsy decor and stuffed animals as possible. Then, they think it wasn’t enough and added a two story waterfall to go with the two story fish tank.
The gun section, oh actually, excuse me, the hunting section, was busy so I took a number and wandered up and down the aisles for a while. The guy who called my number was the same guy who showed me the Ruger and Henry the last time I was there! I recognized him even though he cut his hair and he recognized me because… well I don’t think they often get asian girls shopping for guns by themselves.
I don’t want to bore you with the California process of buying a gun because it is long and a big pain in the ass. First, I had to take a test. What is this, fifth grade? I was a little nervous. The A-student in me was afraid that I would mess it up. I did miss one question. Something about true or false, it is legal to continue to use lethal force after a physical threat has been removed.
After that, there was just a ton of paperwork. Sign here, thumbprint here, sign more things. Then answer these 40 questions on the computer and then go through every question again! I was there for a while. My tummy was getting hungry and I was glad that I had worn sensible shoes that day. The guy who did my DROS paperwork was really friendly and we chatted the whole time. It made the time pass a little easier.
Then I left. No gun to take home with me. Just a few pieces of paper and a date with Bass Pro Shops in eleven days.
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