Well, crap. Now I can never buy a Chiappa. Not because they put an RFID chip in their pistol. I can get that out myself. Not because they are blissfully ignorant in their PR office about what an RFID chip can or can't do...
But because a PR office belittles its customer's concerns. Insulting. I also don't buy cars or radios or groceries from people that say things like, "Wow, YOU are ugly? You want that? Gimme your money and get out of here. Hey is that a picture of you and your family? Wow your wife sure is ugly. And you kids look retarded!"
Ok. The Chiappa rep actually said: "For those still concerned you can simply remove the grip and remove the hot glued RFID from the frame in the grip area when (over a year from now) these begin to appear. Others may prefer to wrap the revolver and their head in aluminum foil, curl in a ball and watch reruns of Mel Gibson's 1997 film, Conspiracy Theory. Well, that's a plan too!"
Hey Chiappa, how bout I wrap my credit care in aluminum foil before the swipe when purchasing one of your products? Oh? You say then you won't be able to make the transaction and there will be no sale? That, good sirs, is now the point.
Snark has it's place (Hi, Tam!) that place is not in product sales or related evolutions. How astoundingly rude. I dismiss them from my thoughts.
Oh Chiappa can fire this northbound end of a southbound horse, but the fact they hired him in the first place makes me question their judgment. It'd take a lot more to placate my concerns and regain my trust.
It's a shame too. I kinda wanted a back-up spare snubbie.
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