This morning I wanted to get some ammo before the congress has a chance to impose more hoops for us to jump through.

When I was ready to pay for my purchases of 9 mm, 357 and 12 gauge shells, the cashier said, “Strip down, facing me.”

Making a mental note to complain to the manager about the gun registry people running amok, I did just as she had instructed.

When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out that she was referring to my credit card.

I have been asked to shop elsewhere in the future. They need to make their instructions to us seniors a little clearer!