They Say You Should Always Test Drive Before You BuyShotgun Honey
“Try this baby out,” Murphy said handing a deep walnut stocked shotgun across the counter to Edelstein whose arms were weighed down by its heft.
“Fits you like a glove,” Murphy said barely able to keep a smile from erupting on his map-of-Ireland face. “I’ll be right back, gotta take care of the lady at the register.”
In quick-time Edelstein broke open the shotgun and pulled out two shells from his pocket inserting them smoothly as if he’d been using the shotgun for years.
He stepped out from behind the rack of camouflage clothes just as Murphy and Edelstein’s wife separated from a passionate kiss.
They both looked at Edelstein a nanosecond before he pulled the trigger.
When the police came Edelstein explained in his mock-nervous voice that the salesman told him to try it out and he didn’t know it was loaded when he pulled the trigger and blew a hole in the ceiling showering debris down on the pair of cuckolds.
“Thank god no one was hurt,” Edelstein said, “I’m going to re-think buying a weapon—I really am. Something horrible could have happened. Maybe this was some kind of message—don’t you think?”