Sunday, February 19, 2012

I Say Boxes and You Say Bricks


So, I decided to surprise my son, The Deerslayer, with some bullets.  I realize that is not your average surprise for a teenage boy, but he is the quintessential outdoors man.  He loves hunting, hiking, and all things nature related.  

This meant a stop at our local small country store.  Now, I could have gone to a larger, more commercial, store to make my purchase.  However, we do try to support out local small town businesses whenever we can.  

I put on my game face and entered said small country store.  And, low and behold, I was the only woman in the place.  In my, "fancy", work clothes no less.  This store was full of farmers, older gentleman, and just guys in general, "hanging out".   Now, I should explain that this is the type of store where you can buy a loaf of bread, chips, soda, and milk.....along with bullets....and make a deal for some calves, if need be. .  An all purpose stop, if you will, before you get back to your farm.  

I asked for two boxes of bullets and some very elderly gentleman chimed in, "She thinks those are boxes".   *chuckle*  The men then quizzed me about what I received for Valentine's Day and assured me they would be speaking to my husband.  Told me to be on the, "lookout", for the big gift next year.  

Lawd help.....

After relaying this story to Secret Agent Man he said he was surprised that I went in there alone.  He then explained that bullets are sold in bricks.  

I told him that he needed to watch out the next time he went into this store.  He was in for a bit of teasing himself. 

41 comments:

  1. I did not know that, I learned something new today.

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  2. OMGosh my Mom used to send me into a clone of this store when I was a prepubescent kid! The men hanging out around the potbellied stove, some with their feet on the fender! You don't know the kind of unnerving memories you've brought to the surface of my brain! I've wondered to this day why didn't she go herself...she was a strong forceful WOMAN...I was a shy, timid, wust! And those farmers and hang abouts chewed me up (with their chewing tobacco) and SPIT ME OUT! But through it all I never knew that boxes of bullets weren't boxes...they were bricks! Thank goodness she never sent me in for bullets! They'd have really given me the raspberries for sure! (Loving me some Johnny Cash!)

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  3. OMG Michelle! This looks just like Loradale Grocery that is about a mile from me. I do go in but I try to wait until I only see a couple of pickups and never at lunch time. You are a brave woman.

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  4. My, oh, my --- look at that place! You are quite adventurous. Btw, I've never heard that about bullets being sold in bricks....interesting.

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  5. Well, you learn something new every day. I will have to pass this info onto my dad who like me is an avid hunter of everything from vermin to stag deer.
    Excellent photos aswell.

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  6. well, thanks for teaching me something today! :)

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  7. that store is OPEN? wow....cool

    I would have asked for boxes too!

    there is a local store that sells guns, "bricks", etc....it is a brick bldg with no windows and bars on the windows. I told my husband there is no way I would go in there/ha

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  8. Ha ha ha--and you went in there unescorted! Your description brought to mind a couple of stores over this way. I purposely wait until I have a lot of time if I go to one of them because, depending on how many guys are in there talking, it might take a long time for me to get served.

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  9. I like to shoot and buy ammo for my handgun. Never knew it was considered a brick instead of a box. Most stores are pretty good at treating women gun owners with respect but there was one where I was completely ignored. I never went back there and a few weeks ago I happened to drive by it and noticed that the business was no longer there.

    I love that you ventured into the "man cave" store. Looks pretty cool to me!

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  10. Sadly we're down to one store like that one in my area. And I thought everyone knew it was a brick and not a box ;).
    I was just getting ready to click publish when your Bad Moon Rising music came on...love that song!

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  11. LOL! You are braver than me! I bought the bullets at a WalMart half an hour away to avoid said man cave store! Good for you and your adventurous spirit!

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  12. looks like our typical Kentucky country store :)

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  13. My first question is....Is that the real store in your picture?
    My second question is....Is the coke box really sitting on the ground?

    I would have called them boxes as well...I have never heard of a brick of bullets...
    I love this post!

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  14. Our town is so small all it has is a tiny post office, next to a church that used to be a small store. I avoid picking up my mail in the morning when all the pick ups are there. . . and the retired farmers that drive them! One always has a comment for me. . .!

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  15. I am 6'6" and 225, and I would be reluctant to walk into this store. Then again, I am a city dweller and the guys in this store would no doubt have me pegged as a wuss. Bricks of bullets, huh?

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  16. Ahh... a trip to the man cave... to see the creatures in our natural habitat...

    The experience and interaction is always worth any additional cost of buying local... good for you...

    Dann in Ohio

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  17. a smiling nod of recoginition...know such places well, though, like others who have commented, also never knew about "bricks"

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  18. I feel for you Michelle! Who woulda known anyhow! I can just imagine poor you walking in there and being teased that way...

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  19. Funny! I like you attitude about small town businesses. We try to do the same....

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  20. They may be bricks there but here in the old west...they are boxes. You are a brave girl:)

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  21. Hey Shug - This is a very old store in this picture, that isn't used anymore. I also want that coke machine...

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  22. I guess I'll have a Coke from that machine after that story. hahaha

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  23. Oh one of those quaint southern "convenience" stores. Love em -- barbara

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  24. I visited something like this a long time ago in Georgia, but luckily I had my 'native' brother-in-law with me and I somewhat knew my way around bullets... Nice to see that place like that still exist somewhere!

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  25. LOL! Yep - they'll twist his arm and get you a ton of bullet bricks next year!

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  26. Hmmm. I think you are very brave!

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  27. You are a brave woman. I leave the buying of bullets to the guys in the family. But I do love those kinds of stores. We lived in Milton LA and the store across the road was "Broussards Grocery & Feed & Hardware". Good memories. ((hugs)), Teresa :-)

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  28. Yup, and a bunch of bricks in the same box is usually a case which is the way we buy them with 3 shooters in the family.

    After my accident THE BOSS got a job in a little "foodette" in town that sounds similar to the place you were in. For a while I was a little leery of going to town after she let it be known that I cooked dinner for her every day!

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  29. You know there are stores like these in Brooklyn where only the local guys hang out. They are ready to tease any lady that walks in..lol..even though she wouldn't be able to ask for bullets here.

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  30. hahahah! Gosh I hope I can remember bullets are sold in bricks should I ever need to... that is a great story. And I do wish I could be a fly on the wall to hear the ribbin' the next time Secret Agent Man steps in there. Too funny!

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  31. Oh that is so funny, Michelle. I learned something I didn't know. I'll have to quiz my son the hunter in our family. That will be fun.

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  32. I've never heard that...you taught me something new...

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  33. Hi lovely lady.
    They may be bricks there but here in Texas...they are boxes. You are a brave girl:)We have a place in West Texas this store sells Gun's and Liquor right in the same place...
    Thanks so much for your sweet comments on my Blog. Have a wonderful week with your family.
    XXOO Diane

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  34. Oooohhhhkaaaaaayyy...but I've walked into many a sporting goods store in my lifetime and asked for a _box_ of whatever caliber (I always use FMJs) bullets I needed, except 9mm- which my father reloads himself. Indeed, it was your husband who turned up at the Chez one Christmas morning with a 30 gallon trashbag full of used 9mm brass for my father...maybe SAM should take up reloading? The growling sound of the tumbler can be soothing if it's sufficiently removed from the rest of the house.

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  35. Just a quick reminder for us parents with kids... and guns...

    http://godgalsgunsgrub.blogspot.com/2012/02/empty-chambers.html

    Dann in Ohio

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  36. These photos are really great!

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  37. I love this old store! I also never knew they called boxes of bullets 'bricks' so I learned something new!

    I love the old coke machine too!

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