Which Gun for the Mrs.?
“I want a gun.”Yeah, it's quintessential Ambulance Driver. Go, take a read. In his inimitable way, he very slyly and subtly lets you know how not to take a new shooter to the range, and especially how NOT to introduce your significant other to the shooting sports. Having been privileged to shoot with AD, I can assure you he is nothing like this in real life: he helped me get squared away on shotguns, and his instruction was both excellent and tuned to his audience.
Ahhh, the moment I’ve been waiting for. Don’t screw this up.
She said it nonchalantly, as we were watching television. Normally, she understands that important conversations are to wait until commercial break, and that she should never, ever interrupt “Longmire.” Or “The Walking Dead.” Or “Justified.” Or “Burn Notice.” Or any game involving a ball, unless it’s soccer, in which case she is welcomed to interrupt as often as possible, for as long as possible. I’m pretty sure that’s in the marriage vows somewhere.
Besides, the picture alone is worth the price of admission...
That is all.