My dad bought my a new twelve gauge this past fall. I needed a new gun since I did not want to use my mussleloader. So he bought me one. I shot it once, man did it kick. For those that have never grown up around guns or ever shot one before; when you pull the trigger on a gun it recoils. This recoil makes the gun "kick." Anyways I went to a place called Bebers to get a scope put on it. When I walked in Bebers was packed, there were probably a dozen to a dozen and a half men there. No women. I did not walk in with my gun at first, so I was immediatly stared at. I walked over to the gun counter where the scopes are and made sure that they had the scope I wanted. Not even the man behind the counter said anything to me. They did; so back out I went to my truck to get my own gun. When I came back in the men that were just staring at me before were now either smiling and/or nodding in what seemed to be approval. I even had a younger man come up to me and start hitting on me. The man behind the gun counter then waited on me. He also sited in my gun. He told the man in front of me that he could not do it. Weird huh?!
As I was driving home, I started to think about the different reasons and ways that I was approached/not approached each time I went into Bebers. The first time I walked in no one really paid attention to me besides staring at me like "what is she doing in here" or "she should not bein here without a man with her." The second time I walked in, this time with my gun. They all seemed to approve that I was there. That it was ok that I was there.
Funny how a gun in my case, or another object in another, can change someones mind about why you are in a certain place, like Bebers.
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