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As i sit in on my couch,with a tremendously soar neck, i cant but think to myself how worth it it was. As any gun associate at Bass Pro Shops can tell you, the most dangerous game out there is not found in the woods, no, its found in wearing checkered chorts and a white tank top on a sunday afternoon. Or was it saturday? working over thirty hours a week for four months its apparent why im not sure. rushing to work,forgetting my name tag, realizing it when i get to my car, making my way to the break room to clock in and being stopped by four customers. All that comes with working thee. But what does change is the people you see, the stories you hear, and the craziness on a day to day bases.

The firts week of working there i thought i knew all there was to know about outdoors and hunting. i was wrong. There i was with two hundred pistols right below me in the display case, all of which i have never touched, let alone fired. Yet i was suppose to sell them? overwhelmed already, i look up to all en of our aisles, and it seemed as if all of macon knew i was the new guy. With each passing customer i held my breath. I wanted to get out from behind the gun counter. Hanging from the ceiling along with the mallards, and south georgian turkeys was a big red airplane. my first thought was to climb up there and hide in the cockpit. Not being able to see the hanging device due to the sky window, i quickly threw that idea aside. trying to find anything to occupy my mind besides wondering who was going to be the first customer i encountered, i glanced around the store. I wish now i didnt study the place so hard. sleeping is suppose to be a ime of peace, not a time to fall asleep and realize our right back at work in your dream. anyways, still looking around i noticed above me and along the right side of the store and wrapping towards the front entrance is a scenic display of Georgia's outdoors and the animals in their natural environment. Not alive of course. Down the center, main aisle out past our department and to the left is a five thousand gallon fish aquarium filled with the most of Georgia's fresh water fish. Its the main attraction of our store and leads people right into our department. And believe me it's the busiest! Before i knew it i had a customer making a b line straight at me.

This guy had a dip in the size of a golf ball. Walking towards me now, he spits into his foam waffle house. Bout the time he gets to me, his lips back away from the cup. Following his lips is a string of brown spit that not only lands on his two week old beard, it continues to slide off his face and onto the freshly waxed floor. My first thought was poor janitor willie. This was just as awkward for me as it was for him, but just awkward enough to break the ice and welcome me to the world of being a salesman. Nervously laughing he asked me where he could find the shot gun chokes. I pointed him in the right direction and from the moment on i have enjoyed my work place.