If you owned a 1911 for all of a month or so, DON'T pretend you're an expert about them...especially if you sold it over a year ago after doing nothing but complaining about it.
If you never carried that 1911, DON'T give people advice on how they should carry theirs.
If you put a very big very deep Idiot Scratch on yours, DON'T pretend you didn't by saying it was there when you got it (Especially if people saw it "before" and "after" *you* did it!).
If you try to pretend you're a big time 1911 owner/expert/lover/smith/whatever and JetGirl knows you're really not... DON'T tell people "I (blah blah blah), and you can ask JetGirl that..." Because JetGirl WILL tell the truth!
Jetgirl, I get folks up here frequently who think they know it all about whatever gun they carry. The best way I found to deflate them is to disassemble their gun, lay it out on the workbench, and tell them I forgot how to reassemble the darn thing. The fun has just begun! I'll watch carefully, to make sure they don't do anything stupid like use a hammer to force it back together, and sit back and enjoy the spectacle! Then I'll finally tell them why I did it, and to PLEASE be honest when dealing with a cranky old man!
Blue Fox, I have a customer who comes up here, and everything he owns is better than anyone else's. He bought a Jap USRA Model 70, and proceeded to tell me that it was built in Ogden Utah. I tried to explain that the importer is in Ogden, but he refused to absorb the sad news that his rifle wasn't made in the USA. This guy is such a klutz that he had one of those scopes (Leupold) mounted that has the groove to allow it to sit low on the barrel. The store that mounted it put one of the rings on backwards, leaving the scope too far forward. He bragged that they were so good he would hit the bull with his first shot. I finally called BS, and told him I would prove it to him that the rifle couldn't hit a BARN until it was shot in. I pulled the bolt and aligned the bore on the target, and then looked through the scope. Sure enough, the crosshairs were three feet high, and two feet to the left. He finally got off his high horse, and asked me if I could FIX it. I said I was just a hillbilly gunsmith, and not near as good as those guys in TULSA, so he'd have to take it back to them. He got to the point where he was begging me to get the scope sighted in, and I finally did the job. BUT I left the scope right where it was, mounted too far forward on the action! It took him a season to realize that his neck was getting stretched trying to see through it. But that's another story! LMAO!