Firing Range Idiots

Last Tuesday I went to the indoor firing range. Tuesday is Ladies Day and women get free range time. Free and I get to shoot stuff...I'm there!

So, I register for a lane assignment, put my eyes and ears on, and head into the range area. What's this? People using my lane?

Me: "Excuse me, but I was just assigned this lane."
Idiot: "I'm using this lane."
Me: "I was just assigned this lane."
Idiot: "We were assigned lanes 3 and 4 but we switched."
Me: "You need permission to switch lanes. This is my lane now."
Idiot: "Oh." (grumble, grumble)

I didn't catch what he said after "oh" because I had my ears on and didn't care to listen anyway.

A few minutes later, I'm happily firing away and the Range Master comes in and calls a cease-fire. This means we all have to stop shooting, safety and bench our weapons, and step behind the yellow safety line. I complied and joined Idiot and his group behind the yellow line. One of the moving target holders jammed up, so a range employee walked up the lane to get it un-jammed. In order to ensure his safety, everyone is supposed to stay behind the yellow line and away from the guns.

Apparently the words "rules" and "safety" mean nothing to Idiot and his equally idiotic friends. Almost immediately, they step over the yellow line and begin wandering around. Near the guns. The guns with bullets in them. Most people who use firearms have a healthy respect for safety on the range. But not Idiot. The Range Master had to pull him and his friends back behind the yellow line and explain the importance of following directions. I would have kicked their sorry butts out, but that's just me.

I have no patience for Firing Range Idiots.