The other day, as I was mournfully gazing at the empty Walmart ammo case, the salesman came over and asked if he could help me.
"Probably not...but what's that?" I pointed to a box of 9mm NATO. I'd never seen that before.
The man explained how it was different than regular 9mm. I nodded and we talked a bit longer before he asked again, "Are you sure you're not looking for something in particular?"
I sighed dramatically. "Well, I'm always looking for .380 but I'm beginning to think it doesn't exist."
He ducked down behind the counter, unlocked a small cabinet, reached inside and pulled out the store's one and only box of .380. It might have been the only box of .380 the store has had in months. I was bouncing with excitement and might have even made a small (completely dignified) squee sound.
"Can I buy it? Can I?"
He grinned at me and handed it over. I promptly clutched it to my chest.
It's like the Holy Grail and the tooth fairy and the Fourth of July all wrapped up in one!