Heh. I was sighting a Mosin carbine with some ammo that is later production and is loaded for the shorter carbine barrels, so it doesn't produce the massive fireballs people are used to. Still, out of a shorter barrel you do get a significant bang, and some dust was drifting off the ceiling a Bill's. I had a couple of guys run over and be all aghast at the massive power I was handling. Geez, guys, it's just an old .30 caliber...
Back when Bill's North was still Armored Fire there was an amusing guy working there. He had a different story every time I heard him. One time he decided to give me s4 about wearing a t-shirt with a hammer and sickle (which I thought was appropriate to what i was shooting that day). He got into this long story about how he "spent his life fighting communism", which then somehow parlayed into stories of him storming some beaches somewhere. I strained to remember what beaches the US stormed in recent memory, since he obviously wasn't out of his 30s. He wasn't specific, must've been covert ops. Bet he surprised the hell out of the beachgoers, too.
One time I was out shooting with my wife. We had one lane and took turns. So there she is with a plain GI 1911, blowing out the center of a small pistol target at 15 or 20 feet. I'm off to the side. This really intense guy taps me on the shoulder and asks if that's my girlfriend. I say that you could say that, but I'm married to her, too. He then proceeds to tell me that I really shouldn't be teaching her, it's a terrible idea to teach your spouse, and I am doing it wrong, and she is shooting wrong, her stance is all incorrect, and so on, and I really should get her to a qualified instructor. I look at the missing bullseye on the target and shrug. Guy goes off to shoot. A little later I go get a pop and pass the guy in his lane. I stop and say hi, to be polite. He has a plastic 9mm of some sort and a full size silhouette about 8 feet out. The target looks like a shotgun pattern. He then launches into this speech on how he took this wonderful class where the instructor told him that the one true way to win a gunfight was to point shoot. And that only a hit to the central nervous system was the only true stopper. And there is a high chance that a bad guy would be wearing body armor. So, what he is doing is practicing point shooting headshots. This class is so awesome, I must get my wife there post haste. He even handed me a booklet.

I looked at the patterned silhouette, shrugged, and thought that maybe this guy isn't doing his instructor any great service by advertising him that way. And maybe my wife can keep doing what she's doing.

"I have come to kick a** and chew bubblegum." <racks shotgun> "And I'm all out of bubblegum."
--John Nada, "They Live"