My Evil Black Heart…

…feels a small amount of joy from the knowledge via the FedEx website that my newest rifle has finally shipped.

A small excess of joy also comes from the fact that it started its journey somewhere east of Wallingford, CT and is, at this very moment, within the borders of New Jersey. This means that it was quite likely that my military-grade Evul Black Rifle had to pass through the borders of New York without some clueless Only One or government-alphabet-soup-agency-type molesting it.

Let’s hear it for mail-order guns!

Hiding Out This Weekend

Successfully avoided going to any stores on both Friday and Saturday. But ultimately had to go out today and pick up some important things — like wire staples… to tack up Christmas lights for the wife & kids:

And also a few minor things: oil for the VStar, another inexpensive toolbox for some garage stuff, and because I was out anyway: kerosene lamps, lighter fluid, and flints (no, not the kind of flints that will use — it sadly hasn’t arrived yet).

Fortunately, some things are easy to find.

Others, not so much.

The most significant things I was reminded of today while seeking out some simple things is that

  • Based on the items I was looking for and the responses I received from four clerks at two stores — I must be an anachronism. Are lighter fluid, flints, kerosene lamps and parts that effing antiquated? Just antiquated enough to require stifled laughter toward the customer?
  • Companies don’t hire the best, brightest, nor even the most sociable people to have public contact at most stores. It’s almost as if they want customers to go elsewhere.
Or, put another way:
  • I must be old
  • People are dumb
Fine… I’ll go shop at Lehman’s… online.