I own a SIG P232 in .380. Kind of a girl's gun but fun to shoot, especially anti-armor drills, at which I am improving. The last time I shot, I cleaned the gun that evening and a spring from the gun went spronging off into the room. I looked for it. I searched on my hands and knees. I swept the room and examined the pile of debris with a magnifying glass. No spring. It was gone.
Then I went to the SIGarms site on the internet to order a replacement. That site has all the springs you could lose from each gun it made for just over $25, but every time, for the next several months, I clicked on the spring kit to add to my virtual shopping cart, it said, temporarily out of stock. That, apparently, was a lie.
A few weeks ago, I e-mailed the contact person at SIGarms and told her my tale of woe and she responded that I needed to talk to Customer Service. I did and the guy there said they were getting out of the parts business but I could probably get it at Top Gun supply.
Indeed I could--for just under $4, they would mail me just the spring I needed (but I had to pay $10 for shipping and handling). Still, I was excited when I got the spring, retrieved the gun case from the safe and opened it to reveal the gun in pieces waiting for the missing spring. With just a slight mishap (the spring did not disappear this time) I got it in, replaced the part of the slide it retained and reassembled the gun. Ah, success. Then I looked down into the hard foam inside the gun case--and there was the original spring.
D'oh. I hadn't looked there.
Alanis Morissette might consider that ironic
, but we English majors know better.
Labels: Personal history; P232; Banal Tales