Stopped in Dunham's after gorging at Golden Corral. I had a coupon for 10% off a box of ammo and figured I'd pick up some .308 so that I'll be ready to feed my Savage when it finally gets here.
Last time I was there, they had 100rd packs of Remington Golden Bullets for $10 so I bought two. I stopped by the gun counter and, to my dismay, only found match ammo that was $12-20/50rds. The clerk asked if he could help me and I told him I was looking for the Golden Bullet packs and that I couldn't justify the price on that ammo for what I was doing with it. He agreed and informed me that I'd probably have to be there when they were stocking to snag a few of the bulk packs. I thanked him and started to walk away.
"Wait a minute, a couple guys have a spot that they stash things that they don't want put on the shelf." I heard this from behind my back and turned around just in time to see him duck behind the counter. I thought he was playing with me at first but I just stood there. After a minute of rummaging around under the counter, he came up with a hidden box.
To the clerk, if you're on here, thank you. I'd give your name if I would've thought to get it. I'm glad there are a few honest people left in this world.
To the stasher, sorry about your luck. On one hand, I can see why you stashed it, I know what it's like when you see something you want but can't buy it until you get off. On the other hand, I don't appreciate it because it isn't really fair to the rest of us.
Feast your eyes folks:
Last time I was there, they had 100rd packs of Remington Golden Bullets for $10 so I bought two. I stopped by the gun counter and, to my dismay, only found match ammo that was $12-20/50rds. The clerk asked if he could help me and I told him I was looking for the Golden Bullet packs and that I couldn't justify the price on that ammo for what I was doing with it. He agreed and informed me that I'd probably have to be there when they were stocking to snag a few of the bulk packs. I thanked him and started to walk away.
"Wait a minute, a couple guys have a spot that they stash things that they don't want put on the shelf." I heard this from behind my back and turned around just in time to see him duck behind the counter. I thought he was playing with me at first but I just stood there. After a minute of rummaging around under the counter, he came up with a hidden box.
To the clerk, if you're on here, thank you. I'd give your name if I would've thought to get it. I'm glad there are a few honest people left in this world.
To the stasher, sorry about your luck. On one hand, I can see why you stashed it, I know what it's like when you see something you want but can't buy it until you get off. On the other hand, I don't appreciate it because it isn't really fair to the rest of us.
Feast your eyes folks:
