So, I’m working in a large Costco-style store, just to the right of the main door, where people usually walk by to the 55 gallon drums of Cheetos, SELLING HOLSTERS!
And they are displayed much like at the big gun shows, on heavy vertical frames consisting of black wire rectangles. And, not being used to standing on my feet any longer, I’m taking a break, on the nearby park bench (?) within earshot of the holster sales area.
And two of my co-workers are alleged to be covering for me.
A customer appears, resembling one of the Orange Gunsite instructors I know, a retired AZDPS guy. He’s looking at the holsters, in particular a soft tan chamois number, with multiple belt snaps, including one right in the middle of the top(?)
It’s made by Bianchi (say BEE-YANKEE) and resembles a rough-out leather 5-cigar case with snaps and straps at one end. I’ve no idea what model of pistol it is for.
And my relievers are no where to be found – and I’m tired and in pain.
But, duty calls, and I go to the customer just before he leaves, miffed.
And he explains he usually just cuts off the weird center strap, for no particular reason.
THEN I WAKE UP!
I swear, I only had ONE 12 year old single-malt Scotch last night! (with, of course, two squares of dark chocolate) ! What’s up with this dream?FTC – this was just a dream. Neither Costco or Bianchi gave me anything! And I bought the Scotch and chocolate myself – with help from a friend!)