"And I need some ammo."
"For my Ruger.
"But what kind?"
"Full metal jacket."
Slight pause, then "But what cartridge?"
"Just regular stuff", looking at me like I should have known that.
It had been a long day, and the headache wasn't helping, and I think my voice went up a bit when, in desperation, I said "What kind of bullets?", wondering if that would get through.
He just looked at me for a moment, either wondering why I didn't know what he needed or deer in the headlights, I don't know which. At that point I saw a box among his stuff and picked it up to check, at which point he apparently realized what the hell I was asking and said "9mm." Which allowed me to get this done before I had a stroke or something.
This was followed by a group checking in with one guy carrying an AR with no sights.
"Sir, do you have any sights for that?"
"You cannot shoot it without sights."
Actually looked a bit dumbfounded. "Do I have to take it back to the car?"
"That would be best(because we've dealt with clowns like you before), but if you keep it with you you CANNOT shoot it."
Which, of course, meant we had to keep an eye on him, because we don't trust people who show up with a AR with no way to aim and expecting to shoot it.
It's a good thing this day is over.