Oh the shooting edge, what a place. Between the mall ninjas that showed up wanting to "touch a glock", and the clowns behind the counter with their empty leg holsters (maybe someone can explain to me why they wear them) cooing over a broad that showed up, all while ignoring me when I was blatantly standing at the front of the counter, prepared to drop a whole pile of money on ammo...
I took my business elsewhere. I thought Wholesale was bad, but after going there, it only affirms my belief that mall ninjas are about as smart as a hoover vacuum cleaner.