CravingGlory
Regular
- Location
- West Coast
Needing some group therapy from my CGN brothers.
I'm building my dream AR -15; my first build and carefully selectin and purchasing each part, buying each payday, making this take quite a long period of time to complete, but loving each and every component that I buy.
I have been carefully watching one of the parts online as I saved up to buy it, making sure that it is still available, lovingly looking at the picture and reading the product description like a dialed in addict with an AA bible.
Today was the day! I finally have the money, it shows in stock on line, the store shows in stock on its own system, I had the day off and devoted it to picking up my new, quality being vital piece of what is growing to be the most personal firearm I have ever had; building the carefully selected pieces into my perfect baby...
I drive to the store, land a parking spot on this always busy street right in front of the store! I am then convinced, the stars have aligned, the crecendo has piqued, the world finally makes sense to me and it is all about to pay off!
I walk into the store, beeline straight to the counter with a little swagger to my step and recite the lyrics of the song that is the part that I wish to trade my money for and bring it to its new home; to the place it was destined to be since it's inception!
The test is all a blur. Words and phrases eluding to "should be here... Shows in stock... let me take a look... let me ask around..."
I saw where this was going, but no part of me was accepting it. I looked where it was supposed to be, I checked online with my phone (even as I write this, it still shows online), I even check every other shelf in the store before it all finally leeches into my resistant grey matter...
To add confirmation to the horrid conclusion I was slowly coming to on my own, I hear the dreaded words...
"Sorry man, it looks like we are sold out" Drop the mic.
The rest was a haze of words, "We have this one... This brand is good... I would give this one a try" along with others that I heard, but did not want to accept.
This being my local small business that I will pay a little extra if it comes to it to offer my support, I ended up purchasing another brand, then driving home in silence, walking straight to my safe and putting the bastardized version of the angel I planned on bringing home into my safe, still in the bag, unable to look at it, let alone be excited about what is now the heart of my dream build :-(
On this day, I am a sad man.
I'm building my dream AR -15; my first build and carefully selectin and purchasing each part, buying each payday, making this take quite a long period of time to complete, but loving each and every component that I buy.
I have been carefully watching one of the parts online as I saved up to buy it, making sure that it is still available, lovingly looking at the picture and reading the product description like a dialed in addict with an AA bible.
Today was the day! I finally have the money, it shows in stock on line, the store shows in stock on its own system, I had the day off and devoted it to picking up my new, quality being vital piece of what is growing to be the most personal firearm I have ever had; building the carefully selected pieces into my perfect baby...
I drive to the store, land a parking spot on this always busy street right in front of the store! I am then convinced, the stars have aligned, the crecendo has piqued, the world finally makes sense to me and it is all about to pay off!
I walk into the store, beeline straight to the counter with a little swagger to my step and recite the lyrics of the song that is the part that I wish to trade my money for and bring it to its new home; to the place it was destined to be since it's inception!
The test is all a blur. Words and phrases eluding to "should be here... Shows in stock... let me take a look... let me ask around..."
I saw where this was going, but no part of me was accepting it. I looked where it was supposed to be, I checked online with my phone (even as I write this, it still shows online), I even check every other shelf in the store before it all finally leeches into my resistant grey matter...
To add confirmation to the horrid conclusion I was slowly coming to on my own, I hear the dreaded words...
"Sorry man, it looks like we are sold out" Drop the mic.
The rest was a haze of words, "We have this one... This brand is good... I would give this one a try" along with others that I heard, but did not want to accept.
This being my local small business that I will pay a little extra if it comes to it to offer my support, I ended up purchasing another brand, then driving home in silence, walking straight to my safe and putting the bastardized version of the angel I planned on bringing home into my safe, still in the bag, unable to look at it, let alone be excited about what is now the heart of my dream build :-(
On this day, I am a sad man.