I had forgotten about this gem until an old friend of mine (who recently paid me a visit) came by the other day and it jogged my memory about some of the absolute shit that used to come out of his mouth.
This story is well over a decade old, but it was so dumb I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about it.
Background: He had been in the military for a few years (no, I don't want to say which one, because I thought his behavior was absolutely embarrassing and I don't want this story to lend itself to the image that members of that branch are incompetent pogues) and after his military service was finished he came back around and was hanging out at my new place (again, this all happened over a decade ago); I *had* assumed that since he'd been in the military he'd be somewhat knowledgeable about firearms (or at the very least, the firearms of OUR military). I was so very wrong about that, so maybe this is also a story about how dumb I used to be.
The encounter went like this:
I brought up the topic of firearms.
He seemed interested* (*- In retrospect, I think he was more interested in being a know-it-all about them than actually discussing them)
I asked if he'd like to see some of my small firearm collection (and back then it was pretty small).
He expressed interest.
I brought out my Glock21 (which I eventually sold)
He said "Nice, a Glock 9!"
I said "Uh, no, that's a G21, and it's actually a .45"
I thought to myself "Meh, simple mistake."
He said "Oh."
I brought out my HK-91 clone (technically an FA-91, also eventually sold)
He said "You have an M16!?"
I said "...That's not an M16, though I do own an AR-15"
He said "Oh."
I brought out my Browning Auto-5 (technically a Charles Daly BA-5 clone, and yes I eventually sold it too)
He said "cool pump action!", and I heard the tchkt-tchkt sound come out of his mouth.
I said "Nope, semi-auto."
He said "Oh."
I brought out my AR-15 (20" HBAR with the circular OEM handguards), thinking I was going to finally make it easy for him.
He said (with some trepidation) "So, uh, what's that one...?" (I'm think he was getting tired of just guessing and being wrong)
I said "This is the AR-15 I was telling you about earlier."
He said (hedgingly) "So...?"
I said "*sigh* yes, you know, the one that I said was similar to the M-16?"
He said "Aha! Yes, yes of course!"
I wrapped the tour up at that point, deciding that I was suddenly uncomfortable letting him fondle the finish of my parkerized metallic babies.
To this day I'm still not sure who the bigger fool was:
him (for not even recognizing the civilian version of our nations service rifle),
or me (for thinking that every desk-jockey and non-combat member of our military automatically gained some kind of Wikipedia like database of firearm info just because they happened to serve in the military).
(After proofreading this post I thought I should mention): Wikipedia did not exist back then if that helps give an idea of just how long ago this was.
56k was the god of the internet, people still knew what AOL was, there were a pair of very handsome twin buildings in NYC called the World Trade Center, and 911 was only known as the number you dialed from a phone in an emergency.
Needless to say, I think he was a little embarrassed by the end of the short tour of my closet, and I was certainly embarrassed for him.
Come to think about it, that also happens to be the last time I've ever let a friend of mine see the inside of my closet (or gun-safe) without some vetting or initiation on the gun range.
I don't know exactly why, but I simply assumed he knew, and I kind of felt like an ass for making that assumption.
полиция wrote:Полицейский инструктировал меня, что если убьеш грабителя у себя дома то надо вложить ему в руку нож или иное орудие преступления до того как пришли полицейские, иначе могут самого хозяина дома посадить за убийство.