Anyone else feel like they are a smurf when purchasing ammo from Walmart? I tend to swing by a couple of different Wal Marts on the NE side and feel like I'm doing something illegal when purchasing ammo. It's only sold in small quantities (2 box maximum), but I continuously go back even with poor findings. It's like a drug addiction - I find myself paying cash so my wife won't see my weekly habit on the credit card statement. I find an occasional box of elusive .45 and I'm instantly warmed from the inside out. I tend to offer to "pick something up" for my wife to justify a visit with high hopes of seeing my dealer with a fresh supply.
I seriously feel like a meth-head purchasing pseudoephedrine in small amounts from different places. Is this normal?
I seriously feel like a meth-head purchasing pseudoephedrine in small amounts from different places. Is this normal?