Not A Good Sign…

I was in Wal-Mart tonight, finishing up last minute preparations for our cross country drive/camping adventure. This led me to the Sporting Goods section of the store, better known as “Hunter’s Paradise.” Rows and rows of fashionable camouflage outfits, gun accessories for your every whim, it was scary. Being around guns has always unnerved me. Mostly because the people who are holding them are exactly the people who shouldn’t be. Case in point:

As I walked up to the counter in the Sporting Goods section, ready to ask the salesperson where hot/cold compresses were, I heard these words, “Well, I sho’ don’t know *exactly* what this here’s fo’, but I think it’ll work anyhow.” The clerk is assembling, loading, doing something, to a gun there on the counter. (Yes, they sell guns at Wal-Mart, but that’s another story…) These words pique my interest, I look over, on his badge are the words “Clerk In-Training. Please Be Patient.”