You’ve probably heard this one before:
“How many guns does a normal person have?”
“About five.”
“That sounds like a gun enthusiast to me.”
“No, a gun enthusiast has fifteen.”
“That sounds like someone obsessed with guns.”
“No, people obsessed with guns have hundreds.”
“That sounds like a psycho.”
“No, psychos seldom own guns, or maybe have one or two.”
“But that sounds like a normal person though.”
“No, a normal person has about five. We already covered that.”
I was at a weekly wrap up with some co-workers before the Thanksgiving weekend, just shooting the breeze, when the subject of guns came up.
“I’m so glad Ron quit,” one woman said.
“I know,” said another colleague. “Did you know he has more than like 25 guns?!”
“Who needs more than one gun?” the first woman asked. “Who even needs A gun??”
And I’m just sitting there, looking at my gun database on my iPhone, counting my current inventory, and keeping my oh-I-so-want-to-tell-you mouth zipped shut, as I imagine their jaws dropping to the floor to learn that there’s a CCW right under their noses.