Abby has been talking about wanting a small automatic of her own for some time now. She’s had a .38 Special for a long time, but ammunition is scarce and expensive, so she doesn’t shoot it much. She doesn’t love the grips on it, and it kicks quite a bit, so she wanted something new and more to her liking.
When we were shopping, we first looked at the Ruger LCP (Lightweight Compact Pistol), which is a 380, and is a very popular sidearm for those with permits to carry concealed weapons. (Abby has a concealed carry permit, but it has expired.)
We discovered, however, that apparently there isn’t much ammo at all available right now with the exception of .22LR. (My Ruger pistol is a .22LR, by the way.) The gun shop had three versions of the popular Walther P22, which felt great in her hands. She picked the brushed-metal-surfaced one. The shop had a pink one which was so not Abby’s style. It’s her early Christmas present. Tonight we went out to the pond and shot it a bit, and she loves it even more.
What a woman! As for me, I panic in the presence of guns. I imagine that the gun will unlock its own safety, point itself at me and pull the trigger.