CCW Story Part 9: The Written Test

Bruce chose to ignore the presence of the Glock Twins' loaded magazines. I began to wonder about his eyesight. As Bruce began to lecture, I noticed my wife beginning to giggle, then she punched me in the arm. "What"? I mouthed to her. "It really pisses me off that you had to bring up his mispronunciation of weapon", she hissed. Now I can't concentrate on anything else". Bruce next covered the basics of the written test, going over the questions and answers from first to last. Then came time for the test, 5 sheets or so of typo and misspelling laden multiple choice and true-false questions written at junior high level English. My wife and I finished in about 15 minutes, along with the rest of the class. Everyone sat silent. One of the Glock twins worked away at his test. Fifteen minutes later he was still at it. After 45 minutes, he finished, and everyone headed downstairs for the final smoke break before the shooting test. My wife and I speculated about the Glocker's mental abilities, probably dyslexic we agreed.