Ok, I'll play.
1972... K-Mart Merivale road in Nepean. (Now Ottawa) In the toy department they had Daisy air rifles. These had the internal spring piston mechanism the same as a similar Daisy bb gun. They did not shoot anything, but they did make an impressive pop, and a little bit of smoke if you oiled them. They were out on the toy shelves with the rest of the cap guns.
The Daisy bb guns that looked nearly identical were behind the sporting goods counter with the rest of the guns. Even as a ten year old I already knew the difference.
Well lo and behold, one day as I was walking through the toy aisle, there along with the cap guns was a real bb gun, complete with a milk carton of bb's. Clearly some well meaning Dad had gotten a bb gun from the gun counter for his kid. I expect that when Mom saw it she flipped and made Dad return it to the store. Later some customer service person who didn't know the difference returned the bb gun to the toy aisle by mistake....
I left the store calmly and RAN all the way home to get my paper route money. I RAN all the way back to the store and headed for the toy aisle. IT WAS STILL THERE!
Cool as a cucumber, I picked up the cardboard package with rifle and bb's and strode confidently to the checkout, paid and calmly left the store. A pure crime of opportunity! Better than buying my first underage case of beer....
I still haven't shot my eye out.
Not long after, however, I set up a box of wooden matches partly slid open at the end of the desk in my room, took careful aim and pew- FLASH! The whole box flared up against the wall, leaving a big burnt spot on the paint. After I smothered the matches and cleared out the sulfur smell, it took me hours to clean and blend in the paint on the wall.
Good times!
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