Originally Posted by
bkb0000
All from the two trips, about three years apart, at the same gun store in Portland called The Gun Room:
"We don't carry HK or Glock SHIT here. they're total junk. worthless. they're plastic and fall apart within a few thousand rounds. in fact, they were originally designed to be disposable- use them for a few magazines and throw them away."
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After I comment on how the well-used 20 "post ban" bushmaster HBAR in my hands was not worth $2250, Dickhead replies: Well see if you can do better than that. There's no quality AR in any configuration new or used for less than that.
Me: Uh, 6920s generally go for less than $1200 (keep in mind this is pre-obamanaton... remember those days? wow).
Dickhead snickers: I said "quality" AR.
Me: Colt IS a quality AR. but whatever, I just had some time and wanted to see what y'all had in stock. I build my own anyway.
Dickhead: Don't build your own, that's the absolutely worst way to get a gun- you'll spend three times as much as this Bushmaster for an inferior gun that'll jam up every time you shoot it.
Me: Uh, I DO build my own, and I've always been able to do it for around $1,200 and have a better weapon than any box gun and it's the way I want it the first time."
Dickhead: No, trust me. It can't be done. I've seen people try a thousand times, it cant be done. Trust me, I was a machinegun dealer for 30 years.
Me: I just said I DO, HAVE, and will continue to build my own.
By this point we're the center of attention in the shop. Our words are growing louder and less kind, and customers as well as other shop employees are watching. I proceed to list parts, their sources, and their prices and add up a fantastic gun with rails AND aimpoint for a little under $1,500. I tally up for him, as he stands there watching me, on my PDA calculator, every part from muzzle device to buttplate. When I finish and show him the total on my screen he says:
"See, I told you you couldn't do it."
I felt my face scrunch up and looked at him like he'd just sprouted vines out his big floppy ears and left without saying another word.
The Gun Room.
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