Pretty much the best experience I’ve ever had at a car dealership, and I owe it all to the NRA. One of our cars was due for service, and taking them in to the dealership falls under the realm of “boy jobs”, and so here I am on Saturday morning.
Anyway, I brought the latest edition of American Rifleman with me for reading material. Turns out the guy who checked me into the service desk is a gunnie, so we talked pistols and shotguns for a bit.
I’ve got to say, talking guns and cars and drinking free coffee isn’t a bad way to start a Saturday.