I was so excited to write about the gun show. Even more excited to take pictures, until I found out that Cow Palace doesn't let you bring in cameras. No matter, I would take copious notes, inconspicuously, and share the mystery with you, the curious world.
Except I didn't get to go. For a variety of reasons that are best left unexplored (Chief's fender bender = no car for WEEKS while it's in the body shop, cough cough) we stayed home on Sunday.
But I can't let go of the gun show dream. So here is my imagined gun show experience in the form of the semi-rhetorical questions I would have whispered to Chief during the day:
- Did you see her-no, wait, him?
- Oh my god, are those real?
- Whoa, are they a couple?
- I thought Nazi stuff wasn't allowed?
- Where do you think that tattoo ends?
- Should you really eat that?
- What crazyhead issued him a permit?
- Is it wrong to buy this if I only have it ironically? No, are you sure? Please?
- Did he really tell you he killed a goat?
1 comment:
Gun shows sell the best jerky (hmm meat snacks) and who doesn't need another flashflight or wind up radio?!
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