On Saturday, Thirdpower from Days of Our Trailers casually made mention of a planned protest. "Hullo," sez I, "Protest?" Turns out that some anti-gun types had purchased a Permit to Protest for 1300 hours. I trundled out just prior to the designated time: Nada. Nuffin'.
Bloody hippies. No discipline.
On more serious matters I had run into OldNFO in the press room where he was monumentally cheesed off at El Paso Saddlery for fielding a couple of reps whose Give-A-Damn engine was apparently stuck in neutral.
I have an El Paso Saddlery "Street Combat" holster which I am fond of, so as soon as I could I popped over to El Paso Saddlery's booth ...
... where I am sorry to report that OldNFO was correct. I'm going to guess that the NRA Convention was an onerous burden to those folks -- but that's just a guess, since I couldn't get anyone to talk to me.
Oh, well. If El Paso Saddlery doesn't want anyone's business, I'm sure that Mike or Dennis will be happy to pick up the slack.
I had remarked to Herself that the H-S Precision booth was satisfyingly lonely at several times during our perambulations, and after Stingray over at Atomic Nerds sent a request, I scooted over to the H-S Precision territory under full sail with a snark broadside prepped.
To my shock, I found that the booth was full. Overflowing, even. Gobsmacked, I looked around ... and discovered that the FN guys were having a demonstration, and the mass of spectators had overtaken and seized the H-S booth for use by friendly forces.
After catching a look at the faces of the H-S folks, I didn't have the heart to kick them when they were down.
Plus, I couldn't get through the crowd.