This post is a kinda continuation of the previous post, so if you haven’t already you might wanna read that one first.
So we left the golf course and I quickly noticed that we (my boss was driving) were taking the “scenic route” back to the office. I figured this was to grab something to eat OR to “accidentally” miss some meeting (I’ll admit I’ve used that tactic a few times). But then we pulling into a parking lot of a non-descript little warehouse-looking building. And then I saw the sign declaring that we were at a gun club. I immediately thought back to my last performance review to see if perhaps my boss had brought me here to just shoot me and move on. But then he told me what we were going to do. Being a guy, I was immediately juiced. I was moments away from shooting a handgun in the firing range. My experience with “firearms” over the last decade has been limited to squirt-guns, rubber bands shooters, and those little “guns” that shoot the plastic discs where you start with 30 projectiles and in less than 30 seconds of firing can only find two ever again. (the same thing seems to happen with yogurt and toilet paper at our house – you have it and then a few minutes later it’s all gone, no matter how much you start with) But I digress…
I filled out a lengthy form promising to not shoot myself or anyone else while I was there. And then I was presented with Mr Science Glasses and huge black ear muffs. I told them my ears weren’t cold, but they insisted. I later found out that guns are kinda loud when they’re, you know, shot. We went to the range and my boss pulled out the first target. It COULD NOT have been better. It was Osama Bin-Laden holding a little AK-47. I’m pretty sure this was the most popular target for military types too.
After some training on the 9mm handgun I started shooting in the general direction of the target. My accuracy was questionable at best, but my boss pointed out a bunch of bullet-holes in the ceiling right in front of us, so AT LEAST I was better than that guy. It was a total blast (no pun intended) that day. I’ll probably never own a gun, but as manliness goes, shooting one at Osama’s turban sure feels cool.