I'm a gunshop blowhard-embarasser from way back...
When I was ~10, I was at a shop with my Dad. Fatso behind the counter was showing a guy and his Wife a nice Win 62A, telling them some kinda story like how he uses his to shoot flies off the target at 100 yds to clear them away before the REAL target shooting gets going (something like that. Can't remember exactly what it was
).
The the guy asks fatso, "Where's the safety?" Fatso looks the gun over and says "Uhhh... This rifle doesn't have a safety. You just keep the chamber empty until you're ready to shoot."
Helpful boy that I was I say, "Sure it does." (reaching over on my tippy-toes and puting it on half-cock for fatso).
Never seen a brighter shade of red on a gunstore clerk before or since.