Sara Tipton: Mommy Life Meets Gun Life, Walmart Edition

By Sara Tipton

My two-year-old son recently decided it would be epically hilarious to bust my sunglasses. I disagreed and disabused him of that notion as gently as possibly – after he’d smashed the glasses to smithereens. With my left eye still healing, the summer sun bearing down on my California redoubt, and my Jeep-driving street cred in dire need of cool shades, I headed to Walmart for some UV eye pro. Oh, and some ammo . . .

I bought two boxes: .40 and .223. I swear that’s still the ammo purchase limit in my neck of the woods, where hoarding is just another word for nothing left to lose. Or “how many trips can you take to Walmart per week?”

As I paid for the ammo in the sporting goods section – God forbid we Californians should walk around a Walmart with two boxes of cartridges – I noticed an odd-looking man watching me. I don’t remember exactly what set him apart. As they say in Fargo, he was just kind of funny looking.

My kids were standing on the cart. Unusually, they weren’t acting too horribly. Mr. Funny Looking says, and I quote, “You’re buying ammo with kids present? Shame …read more

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