Before Christmas, my wife asked what I wanted for a present, so I told her she could buy a box of ammo for my DW 357 magnum.  After Christmas, she related how it went down: 

My wife, who is quite attractive, and knows nothing about guns, walks into the local gun range, and it’s wall to wall men – she’s only female in the entire place.  The whole place gets quiet.  There are several customers at the counter ahead of her but the seas part she is waved to the front of the line.  

Clerk: How can I help you, Ma’am?   Wife:  I want to buy bullets. Clerk:  What kind?  Wife:  For a .357 magnum.  Customers smile at each other with expressions of approval and move closer to hear the conversation.   Clerk:  What kind of .357 rounds do you want?  Wife:  I don’t know, what kinds are there?   Clerk:  We have target rounds and personal protection rounds.   Wife:  What’s the difference?   Clerk opens a box of target rounds and says, “These will hurt you.”   He shows her the personal protection rounds and says, “And these will hurt you more.”   

Then my wife spots several drops of blood on the counter where the bullets are.   The clerk sees her looking at the blood, apologizes, and wipes away the blood.  No explanation given. 

She buys a box of target rounds plus a $25 gift card.   She loves telling this story to her girlfriends. 

I’m hoping to get her into a private handgun safety and shooting lesson at the range one of these days. 

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