I go through the self-help checkout at Walmart this evening, probably 10pm. Got a container of sherbet and a box of .22. Checker comes over to verify that I can legally, in a free country, buy a box of shells.
She swipes her card, punches in a code and says "Are these for a rifle or handgun?"
I give her my best "eats his vegetables, loves his mom and country and apple pie" smile and say "They're for a bazooka."
Cashier says "They're for a what?!" and looks in the bag like she's expecting to see a pile of anti tank rockets. Convinced I don't have any explosives in the bag she turns back. "What is that?"
"I'm just kidding you. They're for a rifle."
That "They're for a what?!" moment was priceless.
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