My favorite cowboy-gun dealer was absent, which is a good thing. He has some nice Ubertis that tempt me sorely to dig out my credit card.
All the nice stuff there was academic, because I wasn't planning on spending any money, unless it came from the sale of my Para-Ordnance P13-45. I was in no danger of going home unarmed. I had it priced for folks on my side of the table. When I turned down a dealer's offer of $400, he replied, "Hey, I'm looking for someone desparate." As I was leaving, a guy in the parking lot asked for a look, but asked that I come back tomorrow, because his wife had cleaned him out of cash. I suspect he was a dealer counting on me being desparate enough to come back with the price discounted. I'm not gonna miss any more hot girl-on-girl Olympic curling action for that.