It’s unhealthy to have such an attachment to an inanimate object. Still…
There’s a local gun shop where I used to hang out, drool, sometimes spend money. I even found myself working there part-time, usually Saturdays and one weekday afternoon, after my financial co. job.
Not-so-coincidentally, one of my closest friends is the manager.
We used to do P.I. work, together, in another life.
One of the perks of working there (aside from hanging around guns, gun people and gun stuff) is
they have layaway! I don’t know the current terms, but they used to be 1/3 down, pay it off in 90 days. Pretty lenient.
And, of course, whenever something new, different, popular or interesting would come in, the store staff would get priority over the GOBs (good-old-boys, shop-hangers’ on). First dibs.
And, sometimes, something slips by and actually makes it to the glass cases for retail sale!
Witness the revolver, above. N-Frame Smith, bright polished blue, white outline rear/red insert front sights, round butt gripframe, 3 inch barrel, .44 Special! As special ordered by John Jovino, the premier N.Y.C. gun shop, usually patronized by cops, because no one in NYC except cops can have a handgun, generally.
And she made it to the glass case; no one had snatched her up!
And, I saw her first. Nanner-nanner.
So, I put her on layaway, paid her off tuit-suite, and brought her home to proudly join the already growing N-Frame family in the safe.
I doffed my hat to Elmer Keith and Skeeter Skelton.
A slow, fat, heavy bullet. My favorite!
I developed serious fantasies of purchasing a horizontal Galco shoulder holster (even though I’m not a big fan of shoulder holsters), and a couple or four speedloaders, and I’d be set.
I actually got to shoot her four or five times, never bought the shoulder rig, though. And she mostly became a safe queen.
And then, came the much previously-ballyhooed burglary. *SIGH*
But, as with the others, one day she will be replaced!