[Story Time] Hams at the Range Celebrated my birthday at the public gun range. It was a quiet day. I was the only one at the 100 yard rifle range, and the 25 yard pistol range nearby was empty. Spent some time plinking with the 10/22, then switched to the AR.  Two hams roll up. I tell them the range is cold, it's safe to set up. They put a large (3'x5') target of a dog about ten yards down the rifle range (wtf? ok. Not everyone knows the two ranges are different distances). They unbag a pair of handguns, looked like LCPs. They ask for hot range, I agree, and they start shooting in the general direction of the target. I say general direction, not at, because they had trouble even hitting the gigantic target at ten yards. The dog photo that was the "real" target was missed completely. To top it all off, they had no eye protection, and no hearing protection!!! Before I flip my safety off, I ask if they brought any. They said no. Well, if they were smart they wouldn't be hams. I got back to shooting the AR (5.56 is loud guys). Two mags later I'm done for the day, call cold range, collect my target and pack up. I overhear the hams discuss how they need to get better to protect themselves, and that they're glad they got these "itty bitty" guns, they're so concealable! Thin privilege is: Not having tinnitus, because hearing protection is cool Not getting hot brass in your eye (unfortunately did not occur) Having the general awareness that maybe shooting handguns at a rifle range isn't appropriate Concealing even large handguns effortlessly, because broad shoulders and thin waist hide better than adipose, and finally Actually hitting your target