On guns and garden centers...

Strange bed fellows you might ask? Not in the least.  They have one thing in common.

Outdoors?

Fresh air?

Lots of wood? Closer...

Boys.

So as I was shooting on Saturday with the girls (oh, hush.  I don't kill animals or anything.) And doing a fine job of it when I noticed.  I was surrounded.  By men.  Old, young, cute not so cute.  And they were all interested in the 3 twenty-something females shooting the Ruger22.  Even the cutie wearing the MSU sweatshirt (I'll forgive him that) who let me play with what he was packing.  A single action 22 Magnum. 

For an hour and half, in all of our delightful gun ignorance we were bells of the ball (if the ball involved Sara Palin, firearms, and safety guns). 

Fast-forward to today when I went to Menards to buy the bricks for my new retaining wall.  And I noticed again.  Boys...everywhere.  I was actually astounded by the lack of female employees.  And they were all interested in helping me (granted they are paid to.... hush, don't pop my bubble) Suddenly, becoming a home owner with only minimal working knowledge of lawncare and plumbing is the best pick up line.

And it gets me wondering...why go to the bar where the men I meet are only interested in casual flings.  Been down that road.  And it left me leaving dirty.  And not in a good way.  More of a mis pantalones son sucios kind of way.  Not that I'm saying working at the Menards makes you a saint or morally superior.  But I'd rather chit-chat about bushes then....er...nevermind.