Asked a young lady her age(kids under 15 free): got a 'Why do I have to keep saying this?' look and "I'm 22." Swear to whatever, people, she looked fourteen or fifteen. Which has to be a pain now, but may be quite welcome in later years.
Guy who came in later, Air Force and 21, could've passed for a tall, skinny fifteen-sixteen. Maybe should try to get them together to have kids that'll never look old.
People do lose track of time, I know; when you've already told them '15 minutes to close' and they just keep doing whatever, they haven't lost track, they just don't give a crap. And expect the place to stay open for them. Only a few who do this, but they're enough to really screw with your mood.
Few days ago someone had a Rock Island 1911 in .22TCM. That sucker sounded like a .44 Mag going off, with a huge muzzle flash. Now I kind of want one.
I love it when someone brings in a friend or relative who's never touched a gun, you help them get started, and they leave with a big smile. Sooner or later they'll be back, and then matter of time before they've got their own. It's wonderful.