SUCCESS!!!!!!!!
I got off work this morning at 6:00 and stopped by a WalMart to buy a whole chicken for feeding to the dogs. And for some reason, I stopped by the sporting goods dept to (again) see the normally-empty shelf of .22LR ammo.
I don't know why I even bothered, because I haven't been able to buy .22 ammo off a store shelf in almost two years. Yet I hadn't really minded that much because I can shoot a lot of cast lead centerfire for about $7/100 (about the price of CCI Mini-Mag rimfire). To be honest, I only check Academy and WalMart for .22LR every couple of months when I think about it because I'm already in their store. I simply haven't needed it that badly 'cuz I have other stuff to shoot.
And TODAY...... Lo-and-behold there was a single lonely 550-rd box of Federal 36-gr hollow points there staring at me thru the glass! Well, I just asked to see an associate who could help me, and I was told that Wal-Mart doesn't sell guns or ammo between 11P-7A.
Damn.
I chose to wait the forty-five minutes until the magic hour when the glass case would magically open for me. (It turned out to be more like 7:15AM when the dept lead with the cabinet key came to help, a full hour since I got there). I felt like a complete idiot for even wasting an hour of my precious sleep time for this crap.
Then the Mighty Key-Holder lady appeared......
I asked if they had only that one box, or maybe had just two or three more boxes... because I would have left those two other boxes for the next guys who might have been trying to find some so they could go shoot with their kids. I could live with just one box. She assured me that at any minute the "creepy little men" as she called them would soon be clamoring into the Sporting Goods Department to see if there was any .22 ammo, "just like they do every morning, the same three or four creepy men who have been coming here every day for a year." She said she has grown to despise them.
But the reward was that she told me there was plenty more than that one box and I could buy a limit of three. She had twenty boxes. She hadn't seen that much come in on one shipment in months.
So I bought three 550-rd bulk packs (and the chicken I originally went there for) and I am now home, ready to sleep some before going back in to work again this evening.
Got the Federal ammo for 4.3-cents per round which I am okay with.
That is all. Carry on.
I got off work this morning at 6:00 and stopped by a WalMart to buy a whole chicken for feeding to the dogs. And for some reason, I stopped by the sporting goods dept to (again) see the normally-empty shelf of .22LR ammo.
I don't know why I even bothered, because I haven't been able to buy .22 ammo off a store shelf in almost two years. Yet I hadn't really minded that much because I can shoot a lot of cast lead centerfire for about $7/100 (about the price of CCI Mini-Mag rimfire). To be honest, I only check Academy and WalMart for .22LR every couple of months when I think about it because I'm already in their store. I simply haven't needed it that badly 'cuz I have other stuff to shoot.
And TODAY...... Lo-and-behold there was a single lonely 550-rd box of Federal 36-gr hollow points there staring at me thru the glass! Well, I just asked to see an associate who could help me, and I was told that Wal-Mart doesn't sell guns or ammo between 11P-7A.
Damn.
I chose to wait the forty-five minutes until the magic hour when the glass case would magically open for me. (It turned out to be more like 7:15AM when the dept lead with the cabinet key came to help, a full hour since I got there). I felt like a complete idiot for even wasting an hour of my precious sleep time for this crap.
Then the Mighty Key-Holder lady appeared......
I asked if they had only that one box, or maybe had just two or three more boxes... because I would have left those two other boxes for the next guys who might have been trying to find some so they could go shoot with their kids. I could live with just one box. She assured me that at any minute the "creepy little men" as she called them would soon be clamoring into the Sporting Goods Department to see if there was any .22 ammo, "just like they do every morning, the same three or four creepy men who have been coming here every day for a year." She said she has grown to despise them.
But the reward was that she told me there was plenty more than that one box and I could buy a limit of three. She had twenty boxes. She hadn't seen that much come in on one shipment in months.
So I bought three 550-rd bulk packs (and the chicken I originally went there for) and I am now home, ready to sleep some before going back in to work again this evening.
Got the Federal ammo for 4.3-cents per round which I am okay with.
That is all. Carry on.
