Dale stood at motionless at the empty table, his hopes dashed, Dale had taken time off of his shift at the Detroit metro Substation to check on his Glock at the small gun show.
After he had signed off for his "Lunch Break" Dale Krsysweski had planned on popping in and picking up his customized glock 38, trituim sites, extended mag release, and reduced hammer weight, this was what he had waited for..
Damn it, the old duffer's table, the one he had for thirty years, sat blanket covered and well...forlorned...but Dale K to his friends had his receipt, Dale had prepaid, only ot met by an empty table with a marker written sign on it saying...
"Red Wings are in the finals, call me later, if Dale reads this, don't tell him that I went to the 6th game of the Stanley Cup"
Dale's radio crackl;ed a mesaage, he lightly noticed it, yet still keyed up and said......