Anyone else ever see the sales staff have a melt down at Al's Guns in White Bear Lake?
I don't get in to Al's Guns too often but have had Al's do a transfer for me in the past, know the sales staff by name, and say "hi" when perusing Al's Gun's table at the MWC gun shows.
I stopped in Al's Guns about twenty minutes before quitting time and had a really p!$$-poor experience.
I noticed right away that Al's had a new Springfield M1A in the rack behind the gun counter.
I've been lusting after an M1A for quite some time and finally have the cash on hand to purchase one.
There's one other guy in the shop that the salesman is BS'n with and I patiently waited until they finished, then caught the salesman's eye and asked him if it was a Standard M1A in the rack. He said yes, handed to me a very nice example of an M1A with a good walnut stock & decent trigger and told me he would let it go for $100 less than this tag price, a deal which, although $250 more including tax than I could get one for online, is OK to me 'cause it's nice to be able to handle and inspect a rifle before purchasing, plus I could get it right now.
I could really feel the $$$ burning a hole in my pocket.
But... the M1A I prefer would be a Scout Squad for its shorter barrel, so I laid the rifle on the counter and asked the salesman what he would charge me for an M1A Scout Squad in walnut if he could get one. He pulled out his blue book and I went over to him to take a look. The fact that I could smell alcohol in the nearly empty glass on the counter next to the blue book should have been a tip-off of things to come.
The salesman said M1A's are really hard to get and told me give him a $100 deposit and he'd order me one. Meanwhile, I'm trying to decide if I should buy his nice in-stock Standard right then and there as an early Christmas present for myself, or wait and order the Scout Squad. I know Scout Squads can be kinda rare so I asked if he could check with his distributors before I lay down a deposit. At this point he started raising his voice and complaining about guys who "come into the shop with $200 or $300 dollars and expect to get something for nothing." So I tell the salesman, hey, I'm willing to put down a deposit for the rifle if you can tell me one of your distributors indeed has one, but not if I have to wait months for Springfield to build one. Now he's getting louder and insisting on me paying a deposit. I reply that maybe if I left my phone number, could he do me a favor and call his distributors at his convenience (after all, it was now ten to five on a Friday night) and if he found a Scout Squad I'd come back, make a deposit and a pay him cash, no credit cards, in $100 bills for the rifle.
He practically screams that the deposit is refundable, but I reply if he thinks the rifle is nearly impossible to get in the foreseeable future if it's not in his distributor chain, then what's the point in making a deposit right now and wouldn't it be a lot easier for both of us if he'd just make a phone call or two to find out first?
No way would he make the slightest effort to accommodate me.
So I told him that, as a customer, I am fully prepared to buy the Standard M1A he has in stock right now, in cash, for his quoted price, but I wish he'd check on the Scout Squad first, telling him I'd seen a few of them online so that there must be some of them out there.
At this point he slams the blue book on the counter and yells he doesn't care who I effen spend my money with.
Funny thing is, I saw this same salesman have a very similar melt down a few months ago with another customer who was trying to get the salesman to price-match a Rem 870 on sale at Gander, so his over the top reaction, although surprising, was not totally unexpected. Of course, by now I realized the disrespectful treatment I witnessed the prior customer receive wasn't a fluke, so no way in heck was I gonna fork over a $100 deposit to him on a long shot, let alone $1550 for his M1A Standard.
I was pretty cool about the whole exchange, never raising my voice, but the one maybe uncool thing I did do then was point to his empty adult beverage on the counter and suggest maybe it'd be better if he topped-off his glass.
He yelled at me to get out, spend your ef'n money somewhere else and he didn't care if I never F'n came in the shop again.
Well, by now I'm thinking all of the above was a pretty safe bet so I headed for the door, called him by his first name and wished him a straightforward, "Merry Christmas," as I backed out the door.
Since there was still the other customer in the shop, he had no choice but to sputter "Merry Christmas" as I closed the door behind me.
Pretty sad, really.
Maybe in the spirit of Christmas he'll reflect on how better to treat his customers in the future.
Al's can rest assured that I won't be back and will spend my dollars elsewhere.