Last Saturday, I walked into Centennial because they had two Korths in stock, and I wanted to put my hands all over one of them before I forked over that much cash. Walked in, did a 180 and headed right back out. Should have realized when I had a hard time parking. Place was jammed to the rafters with no social distancing. Could have gotten to second base just trying to squeeze through the aisle, although the odds were 70/30 it would have been with a dude. So I suppose like unintentional Grindr.
In the nano-seconds I pondered the scene before turning right around, I realized with all the customers packed tight as hell and fingering every firearm in stock, any firearm I wanted to touch would be like a petrii dish. Let alone Corona Virus, whatever flu, stomach ailment, head lice, or other mass affliction of the human condition was all congealing into a super-stew of contagion right before my eyes.
Walked into Windsor Armory yesterday, and even my small-town local gun store was cleaned out. Figure it is the influx of new Coloradans who displaced all the oil-field workers after being priced out of Fort Collins and Denver who suddenly realized it might be a good idea to be armed when King Soopers gets a shipment of toilet paper and ramen.