All I did was order a couple of belts and a cheap winter coat for sara. But the surplus catalog sold my name to another catalog with a slightly more miltary bent. They sold my name to a third catalog, which has practically everything short of actual firearms—if I wanted to buy a crossbow, some laser sights or a serrated folding knife, I now know where to go.
So today the inevitable happened. I got an invitation to join the NRA.
Dammit, I am not a gun nut. I’m just cheap.