See, this is (only about reason #56,724,968 for) why I became a hermit. You just can’t depend on people.
This shouldn’t be here. This should be parked with a gunsmith in the big town about 50 miles away. The one with office hours tues-fri 10-3:30. The one I gave up an entire morning to go see, bumming a ride with S&L, so he could clean out the yoke screw channel on my beloved S&W. The one I spoke to last week to confirm his hours.
The one who decided to take today off.
And now I’m back. And so is my broken pistol.
I don’t normally hate humanity. Not hate, exactly. But MAN it can be hard to get people to do their frickin’ jobs around here…