It does give one pause, does it not? She had such a smile on her face when she gave it to me. "You see, we didn't have to spend $300 to get the gun you wanted!" She really does think this is a good thing she's done. Not only did she get me a "new" gun, but now I have something to do. The only thing she wants to know about guns is "Are those guns on the living room wall loaded? They won't go off when a train goes by, will they?" The really embarasing thing is, she now expects it to go on the living room wall.
Oh well, it's the thought that counts...sort of. So I am now a junk dealer.