As I went in I saw a great deal of empty space, and about 40 or so black guns on a rack behind the counter, surrounding a single, lonely levergun. Being in the market for a .357 or .44 in a lever, I asked the young fella (about 30) what caliber the lever was chambered for. He asked did I want to see it, and I said no, what was the caliber. He pulled down the lever from the rack, stepped up to the counter, and pointing it directly at my chest, opened and closed the action briskly. I put my index finger on the side of the barrel and moved the offending muzzle away form my chest. Looking over at the older gentleman behind the counter who witnessed this, he had the bridge of his nose pinched between his thumb and finger slowly shaking his head, as I quickly retreated to the exit.
The Wife asked me how was the shop, and I told her it was not really my kind of place. It closed down after only 8-10 months
A real shame. Later, when I thought about that young fella, the word that came to mind was Hanyak.
At Cabela's in Lacey, a clerk was showing a used rifle to a customer and dry fired it with the muzzle pointed at me. I snatched it from his hands and we had a lively discussion. 
