Experience and exposure is everything when it comes to choosing one's irrational fears. Apparently Londoners don't have a lot of small arms ammo routinely kicking around the floorboards of their Broncos. This little flap reminds me of what I routinely hear from museum conservators who fear to take the cap off a can of solvent outside a range hood. Having spent a good deal of my occupational life dipped, bathed and splashed with industrial chemicals and goo-busters and still here to tell the tale, I tend to make light of the extreme precautions taken in the interest of their personal survival. "We goes to sea and some of us drowns," said the Bluenose longliner. Some folks have never been to sea and will only drown in their restless dreams. No doubt the comfort level of those who have drawers full of ordnance is, justifiably or not, a bit higher than that of those who don't. On the other hand, there's a couple thousand rounds of M2 Ball kicking around here somewhere and I'm still not interested in being gutshot, even with a .22 short.
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