So.....I rolled back into town today from being in Connecticut all week. Since I was working long hours all week, and this was basically counting as a travel day, I didn't have to work today. That being said......so what do I do? I decided to go by my local gun pusher....er, ah....gun dealer, just to shoot the poop with him. Plus, check on some Looooooooong awaited items that I've bought (meaning paid for) from him. F-ing Class 3 stuff takes forever. So, feeling bad for just using up his time bullshitting with him, I notice that he's got a couple Sig 220 mags on his shelf. Now....being the true upright standing citizen that I am, I decide to buy them off of him (as we continue with aforementioned bullshitting). So, me being the total fucking genius that I am......I ask him about lead times on a AAC 762-SDN-6. Silly me.....the last time I bought a suppressor from him, it was about.....ohhhhhh....it was maybe 4 or 5 months just waiting for the damn thing to come in. So what does he do (you may ask)? He turns around behind him, and proceeds to pick one up that he had buried under some papers on the shelf behind him. FCUK!!!!!! Im picked it up......stared at it (for approximately .05 seconds).....turned it over in my hands.....and somehow the word SOLD came outta my mouth. He looks at me, and proceeds to say......"I knew you'd take it". That Rat bastard. He knows me too well. It's almost as if he knew that I'd be floating through there today. All I wanted to do was bullpoopy...........and I walk out with 2 mags, and the cost for the suppressor. I gotta stop going there.........................................NAAAHHHHH. Ron