catielynnb
Sharpshooter
Dear INGO'ers
Hi. It's been awhile. But ... it seems I always come with a story. So, without further adieu, here's the latest in the
Epic Tales of Catielynnb
Today was the second day of the 'National Gun Day' (or whatever it was called) Gun Show at the KY Fairgrounds. As I wanted to just go look around, and couldn't make it yesterday, I took my little sister today. We just wanted to look, we'd never been to an actual gun show, and wanted to check things out.
Now, I have my fancy little carry purse, which I love, and I tend to tote my little 709 with me everywhere I can, legally. You're allowed to carry on the fairground provided that it is not the State Fair, so I did. Planned to walk into the gun show with no problem whatsoever. Figured they'd have a gun check, but that was all. On the way in I saw several people walking out OC'ing and didn't assume there would be a problem.
Managed to get to the line for the tickets (which was a complete rip-off, only two hours left of the show and they were still charging full price...) get both tickets and proceeded to the gun check. Took mine out of my bag, emptied the magazine and started to pick up my seven rounds to put them back in my bag. Oh no, totally not allowed. Had to seal them in a ziploc bag with my name on it and leave it at the desk. All I was told was to come back by when I left and pick it up.
Proceeded to walk through the show, looking at a few things and tinkering about. Found a few booths that I was interested in, mostly WW2 history because none of the guns were really catching my eye. Wandered over to a self-proclaimed Picker and found two small books, both well over 100 pages, from 1852 and 1855 and fell in love. They're sitting on my desk right now...
Ended up meeting a really nice guy there, and he and I talked history while he showed me several of his WW2 pieces, memorabilia and other things. I was impressed and he even invited both my sister and I out to meet the others who are part of the local German club.
The show ended at 3pm, and noting the announcements and the time my sister and I headed for the exit. Walked through the only exit doors, past where the gun check was set up, and saw.... no table, no guards no ... nothing.
Where was my ammo?!
I turned around to find another guard, not seeing anyone in the pavilion area, and asked
Me: 'Where are the guys who were doing the gun check?'
SG: 'Oh, they left right at 3.'
(I looked at my watch, notes time of 3:01. Sister looks at phone, here's says 3:03)
Me: So ... who has my ammo that I left with them? Where are they?'
SG: They left, I don't know.
WHAT?!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
(No, I did not say that. Although I sure wanted too. There may or may not have been steam coming from my ears.)
I also noted during this exchange that other OC'ers were walking out behind me, not many, but a few. They too had the same look on their faces.
The security guard I was talking too turned around, so I decided to find another, HE IGNORED ME!
How is it even FAIR that they kept my ammo?! Why did they have to take it in the first place...
AND
Excuse me, but I believe it is relative common courtesy to stay around if you're doing a Security job and make sure that all the people are actually leaving...
AND NOT TO STEAL THEIR AMMO!
Okay, I promise I'm done now.
Hi. It's been awhile. But ... it seems I always come with a story. So, without further adieu, here's the latest in the
Epic Tales of Catielynnb
Today was the second day of the 'National Gun Day' (or whatever it was called) Gun Show at the KY Fairgrounds. As I wanted to just go look around, and couldn't make it yesterday, I took my little sister today. We just wanted to look, we'd never been to an actual gun show, and wanted to check things out.
Now, I have my fancy little carry purse, which I love, and I tend to tote my little 709 with me everywhere I can, legally. You're allowed to carry on the fairground provided that it is not the State Fair, so I did. Planned to walk into the gun show with no problem whatsoever. Figured they'd have a gun check, but that was all. On the way in I saw several people walking out OC'ing and didn't assume there would be a problem.
Managed to get to the line for the tickets (which was a complete rip-off, only two hours left of the show and they were still charging full price...) get both tickets and proceeded to the gun check. Took mine out of my bag, emptied the magazine and started to pick up my seven rounds to put them back in my bag. Oh no, totally not allowed. Had to seal them in a ziploc bag with my name on it and leave it at the desk. All I was told was to come back by when I left and pick it up.
Proceeded to walk through the show, looking at a few things and tinkering about. Found a few booths that I was interested in, mostly WW2 history because none of the guns were really catching my eye. Wandered over to a self-proclaimed Picker and found two small books, both well over 100 pages, from 1852 and 1855 and fell in love. They're sitting on my desk right now...
Ended up meeting a really nice guy there, and he and I talked history while he showed me several of his WW2 pieces, memorabilia and other things. I was impressed and he even invited both my sister and I out to meet the others who are part of the local German club.
The show ended at 3pm, and noting the announcements and the time my sister and I headed for the exit. Walked through the only exit doors, past where the gun check was set up, and saw.... no table, no guards no ... nothing.
Where was my ammo?!
I turned around to find another guard, not seeing anyone in the pavilion area, and asked
Me: 'Where are the guys who were doing the gun check?'
SG: 'Oh, they left right at 3.'
(I looked at my watch, notes time of 3:01. Sister looks at phone, here's says 3:03)
Me: So ... who has my ammo that I left with them? Where are they?'
SG: They left, I don't know.
WHAT?!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
(No, I did not say that. Although I sure wanted too. There may or may not have been steam coming from my ears.)
I also noted during this exchange that other OC'ers were walking out behind me, not many, but a few. They too had the same look on their faces.
The security guard I was talking too turned around, so I decided to find another, HE IGNORED ME!
How is it even FAIR that they kept my ammo?! Why did they have to take it in the first place...
AND
Excuse me, but I believe it is relative common courtesy to stay around if you're doing a Security job and make sure that all the people are actually leaving...
AND NOT TO STEAL THEIR AMMO!
Okay, I promise I'm done now.