First - AND LAST - Time to Go ...
First - AND LAST - Time to Go Here
Went with my parents and brother this morning. The clerk at the register was quite helpful and pleasant. That all changed when we got to our lane.
My mother is a slightly-above-novice shooter, especially with semi-auto pistols.
While I was loading magazines, one of the rangemasters came up to practically yell that, YOU CANNOT LOAD A GUN FOR SOMEONE ELSE! Ok, no problem. I was a shooting instructor once. Some ranges have different rules - No big deal. I talked my mother through loading and firing.
We brought 6 pistols to shoot. A .380, a 9mm and several .40s. We had the ones we weren't shooting in their hardcases in a pile behind us along the wall. The same rangemaster yelled, NO LOADED WEAPONS BEHIND MY RED LINE! Ok, got it. They WEREN'T loaded.
This same rangemaster then went off on my father by pointing at a sign and yelling CAN YOU READ??
Trying to calm the situation down, I told my Dad to bring everything up from the far wall to our stall. I smiled to the rangemaster and said You are correct, thank you. We will handle it. Our mistake.
Well, then it was my turn for some abuse. I fired a Glock .40. When empty, I dropped the magazine, performed a safety check, had the slide locked to the rear and the barrel pointed in a safe direction. I stepped to the left one stall and was well within the red line with a safe, empty pistol so that someone else could shoot.
This is when rangemaster became unglued. She came over, now literally screaming. Had she not been wearing dark sunglasses, I'm fairly sure I would have seen her eyes bulging out. DO NOT MOVE FROM LANE TO LANE WITH A LOADED WEAPON!!!
Loaded weapon? Uh... The slide was locked to the rear and no magazine was in the weapon... So... No. And the clerk up front told us to spread out if we needed since our side was practically empty.
She is pointing wildly, screaming about the RULES OF MY RANGE and so forth. She is approaching meltdown phase.
Rangemaster then got a manager. She railed for a while. The manager didn't say anything. He just stared at her, then us, then back to her.
I had enough. I had a feeling that nothing we did would spare us from spittle and yelling.
We packed up and calmly left.
While checking out, I asked to speak to a manager. The clerk pointed me to a disinterested guy eating behind a glass counter. I pulled him off to the side and quietly explained what happened. I also said that I am not going to make a scene in front of your other customers, but this was very unprofessional.
He said something about, well, we have rules.
I replied that I understand rules, I really do. However, I also said that I expect a little more professionalism. He pretty much blew me off and went back to eating.
I've fired on various ranges all over the world for years and years. This is - by far - the most unprofessional range staff of them all.