Christmas time at the Gun Store

Awhile back on this blog, I posted about how there’s a guy that works at my shop who donated a kidney to save his brother’s life (which is just damn cool, any way you look at it).  His internet handle is Atomic Ferret. 


And he was a humble enough guy that he tried to do it without any of us knowing about it.  He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.  (if it was me, and I was a single guy, I would make sure I told that to every single girl I met)  We only found out one day when we were eating pizza, and Atomic Ferret was eating the toppings off, but leaving the bread.  Well, I was about to cause a great deal of physical harm unto said Ferret (because I’m sorry, you don’t just eat the toppings and leave the bread for everybody else, ‘cause that’s just morally reprehensible), and he finally had to come clean that the lack of bread was doctor’s orders, and then we finally beat out of him the reason why. 


Because giving up an organ is a real nice thing to do, another one of my guys (internet handle, Uncle Barbie) decided that we needed to do something nice for him.  So we all kicked in to get him a little something, and it finally showed up yesterday. 


AF came in to the shop this morning.  PvtPyle and I were already there.  We waited for him to start examining the new guns on the wall, and when he picked up this one particular one, we asked him if he liked it.  Yep, he said he did.  So I tossed him a 4473 and PvtPyle said “Good, ‘cause it is yours.”


It’s a sweet gun, and AF is a 3gunner.  He’s got a good rifle and pistol, but has been running a really crappy Chinese shotgun.  This should work a lot better for him, and he should post better times, since it was his unlucky kidney that got removed. 


So we now have an official FBMG policy.  If you work here, and you give up an organ to save somebody’s life, we’ll buy you a gun.  Only it has to be an important organ.  No tonsils.  That’s just weak. 


Thanks to AF, because he is an inspiration to the rest of us slouches. 

For no cubicle could hold him…


This morning I got a call at FBMG from Rabbit, my sales rep at STI, telling me to check my e-mail.  In the prior post about quiting my corporate schlub job, Nightcrawler mentioned how there needed to be an Ayn Rand-esq statue of me with my broken chains.  Well, thanks Rabbit.   


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