So first and foremost, English isn't my first language, and I'm on mobile so I'm sorry if you have a hard time reading this.

Moving on, let me throw in some background. I am an 18 year old male from Israel, about to do my army service at a special unit, and got a little bit of a gun fetish. Ever since I shot my first shoot with a BB gun at a can I loved the sound and everything really, and I started to go to shooting ranges with my father, a former IDF officer, to watch and hear and smell the guns.

Now. Today was such day, I was wearing my fav army jacket, a green-ish jacket with the IDF sign on it and everything, was looking kinda like a soldier.

A BMW stop by the shooting range where I sit outside, and out goes a thick fella with a shiny head, who we'll call J.

J- Hey dude, can you help me out? Me- Yeah? What can I help you with? J- I need you to clean my gun and register it please, I'm kinda in a hurry so please hurry up man. Me- Oh... Sorry, I don't work he- J-BS you wear uniforms, you must be working here (for knowledge, in Israel about 90% of the ranges are either run by IDF officers or by private people under the registry on the IDF) Me- Yeah that's cuz I am about to serve and it's a family heirloom (a jacket from 1973 mind you) J- Okay bro whatever you say just clean it up quickly, I need to go. Me- Ummmm... No? Clean it up yourself. I can't even touch the gun dude, illegal... J- Mmmm kay bro. Whatever. Your boss would hear of it. J calls over an officer, who comes around. J- This dude isn't listening to my request and refuses to clean my gun, can you talk some sense into him? The officer looks at me, a bit puzzled, and says O- Ummm, I have no idea who this guy is really, I think he's the son of one of the fellas practicing. J- Yeah sure whatever, just talk to him so he will clean my gun and we'll be done here. Me- I told you, I don't work here and I'm not gonna clean your gun. O- Dude he doesn't work here, just leave him alone, you want me to register you? J- Yeah sure whatever. Just don't let him be so rude with costumers...

I went on my merry way, and right now sitting at home and eating freshly baked bread and talking about guns with my dad