Yesterday I ventured out to Bass Pro Shop to pick out a .22 for myself and husband for Christmas. With it being Tuesday afternoon, they're not going to be fully staffed. Hoping what I wanted was in stock after the weekend. Not bothering to call first since trying to call a store like that during the holiday shopping season is going to waste more time than just going. I've worked retail, I know how it is. Usually I'm found at the back end of a department store line chatting up other women and we pass the time waiting well enough, no one complaining, we get it. But you men... good lord. You'd think you've never waited for anything ever. I was there for an hour and a half, and it wasn't difficult to eavesdrop on the rude, grouchy, demanding... not even whispered talk of the wait. Get a bunch of old men together and make them wait. That's all I'm saying. First time I was ever in that sort of shopping scene. Gripe about this, complaint on that, intolerable service! Terrible store! I have better things to do than stand around here! There were 2 salesman on this Tuesday afternoon in the gun racks. A phone that would not shut up. People everywhere. All things considered, I found the salesman I finally snagged to be efficient, tolerant, polite, and amusing. At least when women shoppers complain they do so in hushed tones, as if the wait time was a big secret. To top it off, hardly any of them were there to buy something, they just had a question. Another funny part... different men... same exact, almost ver batum, conversations. They were all on the same wave length. I got the very last display model of what I wanted... lucky! And was thoroughly amused during the wait. Thank you, grouchy old men, for the entertainment.