My lunch hour is exactly one hour. At 11:58 I hop in my car and book it out to 2A Zone (Thanks guys!!!) to pick up my shiny new baby; a Glock 21SF. Google Maps tells me the drive is exactly 30 minutes. I make it there in 28. Ring the doorbell, sign the papers, thank them and toss it case and all in my trunk (responsibility and deference to the law). I pull up to my office at 1:02 and stroll inside.
Now I'm sitting at my computer, thinking about the poor Glock, sitting in a case in my hot trunk, NOT being fondled, NOT being fed a snapcap, NOT having the trigger squeezed over and over.
The suffering is real.
Now I'm sitting at my computer, thinking about the poor Glock, sitting in a case in my hot trunk, NOT being fondled, NOT being fed a snapcap, NOT having the trigger squeezed over and over.
The suffering is real.

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