“Nah,” I said. “I’m a washing machine at a gun show.” She blinked, looking totally befuddled. “…What did you just say?” “Washing machine?” I said. “Gun show? You know. Washing machines don’t use guns, right? No fingers. So if they’re at a gun show, there’s nothing they’d want to buy. Anyway, I’m good here. Not interested.” “Not…interested. It
