When I was in the Navy me and 3 of my friends went squirrel hunting on an army base in Virginia. We're shooting squirrels, pine cones, trees, havin' a grand o'l time. Then as we're walking through the woods we come to this massive clearing and encounter this guy with a golf club, and golf cart, and golf bag... He looks at the four of us and his only comment was - "Play through!"
I was about 16 when a friend let me shoot his 1911, first shot with my thumbs overlapping and the slide cut a groove along the top of my left thumb, still have the scar as proof, 50 years later, the 1911 is still my favorite.
Replacing a 686 rear sight blade over carpet. That detent was sure tiny and launched with the force of a thousand suns. I just sat there and said to myself: “yeah you just decided to change that out over carpet you butthole”.
To everyone’s surprise I didn’t find the detent. Ordered a new one.
If this story is boring as it likely is because it doesn’t involve an nd or hurting myself, try reading it with Morgan Freeman’s voice in your head.