Eshatki (buy it here!) tights: Target shoes: Thrifted (Restricted) necklace: thrifted
So yesterday I went to a gun store, to buy a gun. I didn't know if that was obvious or if it needed to be stated but well there you have it. And it was after work so I wandered into the store in a flowery dress and my heels, not looking the most gun savvy and I walk up to the gun counter and say Hi, I'd like to buy this gun. You would have thought I asked him to get an elephant to wear my nieces tutu. His jaw hit.the.floor. So then he proceeds to tell me all of the reasons why I don't want the gun I just picked and why a little lady like me couldn't handle the gun. My response of course was to pick up my petticoat and run home to go churn some butter and get out of a place that was just not suited for a little lady like me.NOT. I told him I wanted to buy it anyway. He asked what for and I said, to shoot things, it seemed like a pretty reasonable explanation to me. Anyways the guy just was not happy with my decision, and by this point five other guys behind the gun counter started to watch me and this man's conversation like we were some dang racing movie. So there they were just staring at me and this man and well then other menfolk shoppers started to stare and really this whole pregnant lady in a dress buying a gun thing became quite the spectacle.
Anyways, a one toothed bearded man whom I will from now on refer to as "crazy 'ol pete" decides to chime in on the conversation to knock some sense into my silly woman mind and tells me listen no offense ma'am but your little frame just can't handle this gun. If you'd like I can take you out to my truck and show you all of my guns though. Well gee whiz crazy 'ol pete, that would be just about the best thing to ever happen to me, to let a man show me a gun out in an abandoned old parking lot, can you also just tie me up and throw me in the back of your truck while you're at it, oh and do you have any candy that you can lure me out to your car with, because I won't go for anything less than a Tootsie Pop, and I only accept from strangers!
You guys. It was like stepping into the 1920's only there was crazy 'ol pete trying to "show me his guns" no no it was probably like the 1920's to. the. T. So anyways, I told them all to shove it....okay okay I told them that if they wouldn't let me buy the gun that I wanted to that I would go somewhere else, so I did. And then I mentally flipped them the bird because a proper woman never loses her temper in public. The end. Now someone get me a Tootsie Pop!