Guns and roses?

Irene saw a man in Long's Drugs yesterday. He seemed to be suffering from a severe cold, hacking and sneezing and wiping his hands on his polyester pant leg. He perused the Valentine greeting card selection until he found the perfect card and then he snuffled off to the register with it.
Twenty minutes later Irene was at Outdoor World in the camping section. She heard someone sneeze, looked over to the gun counter and there was the man with the Valentine, buying a shotgun. "I prefer a big gage," he told the salesman.
And Irene thought, 'Lucky woman. A card and a gift.'