The customer is always right?

[blkA4alb]

I've got a story...

Four early twenties UC Berkeley students come into the range and ask if they can rent guns (first time shooting) I say sure and get them all setup and start them out on the 22 revolver.

Well they come back after a short while and want to step up to the Glock 19. I show them the controls of the Glock and how to grip it correctly, give them a box of ammo and send them on there way. 20 minutes later they come back in with the gun in the tray slide closed and set it on the counter. When I turn around and before I can take the gun and clear it one of the girls picks the gun up and points it at her friends head with her finger on the trigger while he takes a picture . I grabbed it out of her hands and asked her if the gun was loaded. She had no answer . After that I told them that they were done for the day and sent them on their way.

Another time a lady with her two kids wanted to rent some guns (very nice lady.) I go out and give her some basic info and do a couple gun swaps. When they finish they come back in with the Glock 19 (see a pattern here?) and set it on the counter. I see that the slide isn't locked back but it is out of battery. I take it and its got one live round in the chamber and another live round jamming it in. I guess she didn't feel the need to let me know that it was jammed or loaded (and didn't see the big red sign on the door saying DON'T bring jammed guns into the shop from the range.

Oh well, I'm still surprised how many people lack any common sense. Guns aren't toys.

[COILSPRING]

Hey Tackdrivr!!!

You're Fred aren't you...

[tackdrivr]

You're Fred aren't you...

Yep.

[Altahick]

dudes ur making me scared to go to the range

its scary to think that there are actually people out there like this

[scootergmc]

Great stories.. Good bedtime reading!

[tackdrivr]

dudes ur making me scared to go to the range.

Welcome to the club. I've been scared for over twenty friggin years. No doubt it has contributed to making me the warm and wonderful guy that I am now.

I'm off tomorrow. Thank god!!!

Sometimes it's unfriggin believable. It's like being on another planet or something, and all the alien space monsters want to kill you.

I'll post a few more stories in a day or two. I'm gonna try to remember what's it like to be a human being. Ah, At least for a day or so.

[tman]

Jesus unfortunately people like that do exist.
I had a guy one time at a shooting range ask me to stop shooting my 44 mag. he accused me of aiming my gun so the brass pelted him. I told him ( and im usually polite ) I said Sir there is no possible way the shell casings are coming from this pistol. he said if I doont stop he will complain to the range master. I jsut shrugged and went back to shooting. i stopped to reload and I felt a tap on my shoulder. Lo and behold the range master. He lisened very carefully to the guy and then kind of gave me a look like I know what youre doing you punk. He started to say something liek yorue outta here pack up etc. I said hold on a second. i pointed to the 44 mag and I told him now if there is a way for a revolver to extract the shell casings and fling them over to the guy in the next shooting station id love to see that happening. the range master turned around and walked away. it ended up the guy to my left being the culprit. The shell casings came out and made a arc over my head and landed on the guy to my right. I dont blame the guy for being mad ( a hot shell casing going dowm the back of your shirt is not a fun thing) btu I do blame him for assuming it was me and not knowing a damn thing about handguns
Rob

That reminds me about the time I was at the range teaching my little brother how to shoot. I was shooting my .308 VEPR, and he was using a rented .22 rifle. There was a guy to my right wearing a tank top shooting his FAB-10. After he left my brother told me he saw my shells hitting him in his arm. He didn't whine about it, he took it like a man until he was ready to leave.

[Yute]

I have a small scar on my arm where a piece of hot .30 carbine brass landed and burned a piece of skin (minor). Ever since then I've been espcially wary where my brass lands - last thing I want is for my brass to land in between someone's eyepro and eyeball...

[giarcpnw]

Long time ago.

This makes me want to tell my first moron at the range story. Long time ago, 1984. I was 13yrs old. Sighting in my Mini 14 my father bought me. This was in Houston, Tx by the way. Now directly to my left are two Persian men. (now this was 23 years ago, so don't go thinking i'm racially profiling) with one of those bad semi auto Miami Vice 9mm machine pistols. Tec 9 or something. I forget. I just remember this was when Uzi's and their rip offs were still hot. Ugly, useless black thing. I'm sitting there keeping an eye on this guy cause he's just waving this thing all over the place. Fire's a couple rounds and it jams. He's keeps yanking on the trigger. I'm getting nervous cause it's got one in the chamber and he's waving it left and right into my and the guy to the left's bay. Now both of the guys have their hands on it and are speaking in their native language arguing. I speak up... "Excuse me!. You need to eject the round. Just pull back that little lever and it will come out." They both stare at me like I'm just the dumbest little kid on the planet. They turn back and "POP!!!" thing goes off and hits about 2 inches in front of his foot.

He looks at me like he just had his pants pulled down. I just got up and left.

[DedEye]

Scary, hilarious, enlightening and terrifying all at the same time! Thanks for posting .

[tackdrivr]

This one is an all time classic.

I arrive at the asylum (range) at 10 AM, and the phone is already ringing. The caller is asking for price and availability of a Kimber (whatever). I give him the numbers. He informs me that this is the best price he has gotten so far. In fact, a hundred bucks cheaper than the next best price. Then slap dick asks if I can do any better. I told him since I'm a hundred under everyone else I can raise the price by at least fifty bucks and still beat everyone.

He's about 60 miles out so I give him directions to the shop. That only takes about twenty minutes. This guy is extremely concerned about the pistol being in pristine condition. He asks how long it's been on display, how many people have touched it, has it been dry snapped, and a million other things. I told him that I had actually touched it at log in when I confirmed the serial number.

A couple of hours later he arrives. It's now about one in the afternoon. He has some snap caps and a half dozen beat up GI looking mags. He informs me that before he purchases the blaster he has to make sure that all of his mags will cycle in it. I feel my eyes turning blood red.

I humor him and let him cycle a few snap caps through the Kimber. All is well. NOT! Then he starts taking up TV combat stances with the thing. He even goes prone. I won't claim to be all and knowing, but I have trained all over the place, and have worked for big schools. I guess I may have not been paying attention, but this guy hasn't gotten into any recognizable position that I had ever seen before.

By this time, he's been in the shop messing with this gun for over three hours. I've had it. I leave and grab some chow. I'm thinking slap dick will be long gone when I get back. WRONG! Like a bad cold this idiot is going to be around for a while.

It's now early evening. Coming up on 5 - 6 hours. He continues to mess around with the pistol. More pseudo combat postures. I can't even look at him any more. It's now about 8:30. We close at nine. Finally I say either buy the thing or get the %$#@ out of here. To my surprise he actually buys the thing. Then he insists on shooting it. We leave late. It's been one of those days. They're all one of those days.

Day two.

Yep, you guessed it. I walk in and the phone is ringing. Guess who? He asks for me. I recognize the voice and tell him Fred was killed in a plane crash. He laughs and tells me he knows it's me. He asks if I'm superstitious. I don't even want to know where this is going. Make it stop. Please make it stop!

He is freaked out because the serial number has three consecutive sixes in it. The serial number was K126660 or something like that. It's not like it was K000666.He wants to return the gun. Great!

Here's the problem. He shot the thing. It's now a used gun. I tell him that OK, but he's gonna take a hit. He asks how much, and I tell him that I'm going to have to think about it. Over the next couple of hours this moron calls every five minutes.

Finally I take his call. He asks what the cancellation charge will be. I say $333.00 and hung up.

[metalhead357]

LOL! Ya' got some good stories folks!

The only thing I can think of crazier than them indoor ranges are the stories of Public-Land Hunting

[tackdrivr]

OK, I've got a little time. It's too early to start playing drums. I'll give the neighbors another half hour of peace.

Sadly they're not all humorous. I was out front and this guy comes off the range with a Colt 380 in one hand and a mag in the other. As he approaches the thing goes off. He's about six feet away. The round hits the wall missing me by about a foot.

I point in on the guy and order him to put the gun down. He's just standing there staring at me. I can't figure out if the guy had an ND or if he's shooting at me. It was pretty intense. My ears are ringing and there's smoke in the air. It's amazing how loud they are when you're down range of them.

Finally he puts the gun down and doesn't say a friggin thing except for "another box."

I suspect that these days when he looks in the mirror he can still see the word "Kings" on his forehead. Only it's backwards.

On another occasion a coworker was dealing with a rental return. It's a 1911. He has the thing pointed right at me, and yep, it goes off. The round impacts about two - three feet in front of me.

I just looked at him, shook my head, and carried on. There just wasn't much to say about it.

[CWM4A1]

Here's one. The range I work at usually being mistaken for Target the chain store. So I've got this guy calling me for a live size barbie doll...

[Aluisious]

I have a small scar on my arm where a piece of hot .30 carbine brass landed and burned a piece of skin (minor). Ever since then I've been espcially wary where my brass lands - last thing I want is for my brass to land in between someone's eyepro and eyeball...

I had an expended .22 land there. The burn went away after a month, but man, did that ever surprise me.

I'm glad I kept the gun pointed downrange while everything in my body was screaming "GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!"