Originally Posted by FloorJack
I have a funny story, back when I was a teenager (and this is way back...1970's) I worked at a Woolworths in a mall in Pennsylvania. In our sporting goods department, we sold hunting rifles and archery equipment. One night a co-worker and I were in the stockroom and found that we had gotten some of these mini-crossbows. Since we had already played around with the bows and arrows in back (lethal shit, the metal tipped arrows could penetrate steel doors), we wanted to try out this new "toy".
We found a life-sized cardboard Woolworth employee (I guess back then, they couldn't afford real greeters) standing by the doorway to the compactor. So we thought since it was getting tossed out, it would make a great target. That night we had a ball perforating that "employee".
The next day the manager called me into his office. He asked me who damaged the cut-out. I admitted to it. He told me that I would have to pay the cost of a new one out of my paycheck.
I remember another time when the ATF came in one night too. I am not making this up; they were wearing black suits and ties with mirrored sunglasses. They wanted to talk to my manager. I called him over to the counter and found out that I had sold a rifle to a felon. You see, the only thing one needed to do to get a rifle (from what I recall) was to have a drivers license and admit on the form of no criminal activity (lol). Anyway, the felon had lied on the application about his criminal history. Nothing happened to me, but the ATF gave me a stern warning. Something to the effect that if this felon used the rifle for a crime, I could be implicated.
Bullshit, I know, but for a teenager who already had some run ins with the law himself, the overall appearance of these agents, sent a message.
There was also a smoke shop downstairs (next to a bar and nearby, a head shop) in the mall that sold hand guns.