I am not sure they deal with too many of the female type in there, so I did get a giggle out of the deer in the headlights expression from the large man who buzzed me in and asked if he could help me and I told him I was there to pick up the M&P9JG that had come to them for an FFL transfer. Someone in the back called out - it is by the Dan Wesson. Then while he checked over my paperwork, my daughter was asking about the "funny pistols" on the wall, he stared at me for a second while I told her they were lowers for AR15 formats. He even coughed when she said - "Mom a tommy gun! COOOL!" it was cool too!
They were very nice and professional. I am not sure I remember being called ma'am in that short of a time span in quite a while. Wasn't sure to feel old or respected
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
My loving kindness and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and He in whom I take refuge. Psalm 144:1-2