It took an hour to get to the gun shop, but you don’t mind; you caught word they had something you’ve been pining after for years — and it’s a price you can afford. You don’t even try negotiating as you slap the cash on the counter to buy it. Finally.
After handing over your driver’s license and filling out a form, the dealer walks into the back and you wait. And wait. Some time later they come back with a frown. “Delayed,” they say, while eyeing you with new suspicion. But it doesn’t make sense — you’ve never had a problem before, you’ve never even gotten a parking ticket, so what happened?
