True story, I took a nursing job up in Spokane and bought a small house way out Sprague Ave way out by Vera Dale and across from the old Radio Shack. My house stood off the road by at least 250′ and with that a long driveway. It seemed at least every other Saturday the damn witnesses would knock on my door to cajole me into joining their cult and I was polite and said I wasn’t interested and please take my address off of their sales route. I worked graveyard shift and they would invariably wake my ass up from an exhausted sleep(12 hour shifts). One Saturday after getting a few hours of sleep had to wake up as I had an appointment that day. I was up and naked as the day I was born. I walked to the front door waiting for them to ring my doorbell. I opened it in my full glory! I was younger and built like an Adonis and invited this large gaggle of women in and the two men that were escorting them into my living room. They were aghast, but I am sure a few of the ladies appreciated the sight… I told them this was going to be the only chance to convert me and if they failed this then the next step was to get a restraining order from the Sheriff. They left posthaste and I was never bothered by them again. I did have a No-Trespassing sign made up listed all the denominations the did door to door selling were not welcome and would be dealt harshly.
I took the meager tax return I got from Uncle Sam’s House of Extortion and splurged a little on myself a couple weeks ago.
Buying these things in Washington State is a giant Cluster Fuck of Red Tape and is designed to make the process as time consuming and irritating as humanly possible.
The first time I went to look into this was right after Christmas when I found out they had added yet another hurdle.
I had to come home,get on the internet, find this fucking web page and watch a video and answer some questions.then I had to download a copy of the certificate and send it to The Wifely Unit so she could print it out for me.
Just one more bit of bullshit the Gun Grabbers in this state found to make the process take longer and be more inconvenient.
I did all that a couple weeks ago,took my narrow little ass down the road, filled out all the paperwork, showed them the damn certificate and paid my money.
Come back on the 2nd of June they said.
OK, today is the 6th, so I took my recept with me, went back down there and spent ANOTHER HOUR AND A HALF fucking around trying to ,
A. find someone to help me in the first place.
B. Only to find out that they needed a Manager to come complete the transfer paperwork..
C. Wait for her to find YET EVEN MORE forms for me to fill out.
D. Wait for her to go in the back and find what I paid for..
E. Verify serial numbers.
F. . Sign even more forms.
G. Wait even longer because for some reason she tells me, that when you buy 2 pistols at the same time, the system doesn’t like it and it slows WAYYYYY down.
BTW, she tells me it doesn’t do that if you buy 2 rifles or a rifle and a pistol at the same time, only when someone buys 2 pistols at the same time.
Go Figure. I’m the lucky one.
She also told me that my Background Check didn’t clear until THE DAY BEFORE I was supposed to go pick them up.
You would think that as many Goverment Watchlists I must be on at this point that they could just call some dude named Biff at the ATF and get that cleared right up.
H. I have to go pay for some ammo separately and she has to literally hand me the pistols AT THE EXIT on my way out.
The best part of all?
As I am walking out the door with TWO PISTOLS and THREE BOXES OF AMMO, I glance over to my left and there are TWO, Clark County Sheriif’s rigs sitting RIGHT NEXT TO THE DOOR!
I almost had a fucking heart attack because I didn’t see them inside the store.
Needless to say I was on HIGH ALERT at that point.
But I managed to get to my truck, open the lid on the bed and stick the ammo in it, close the lid, get in and make DAMN SURE I hooked up my seat belt and then slithered out the parking lot with one eye glued to the rear view mirror watching those cop cars.
Must not have been for me obviously but it was quite the coincidence.
I made it home and am now the proud new owner of a Ruger .380 and a Sig Sauer 9mm P365.
BFYTW.
No need to berate me on my choices, I got what I got and am happy.
I also picked up a Green Dot laser sight for another as yet to be disclosed project while I was there the first time.
Now for the next round of bureaucratic red tape horse shit.
I managed to let my Concealed Carry permit expire in March, precisely because I didn’t have anything to carry at the time.
(Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge)
Nothing I wanted to consider sacrificing anyways.
So I get to look forward to that bullshit soon. Bonus, I am probably going to have to take a day off of work to make sure I give them enough time. I also needed a new pair of glasses, like two years ago, anyway. Maybe I can get both things done in one day.
As for now, I have some inspection and lubricating to do.
