Yesterday another forum member and I were trading rifles at a local shopping center in the Eugene area. We were extremely discrete, but apparently one person saw us and reported to the mall security that there was a "Gun Sale" going down(they're words). Right as we were finishing up signing the bill of sale/trade and shaking hands Mr. "I'm a big tough mall security guard in my black cargo pants and blaze yellow security shirt" came hauling over followed by his trusty side-kick, a femail version of Mini-Me. He proceeded to interrogate us for the next couple of minutes. We explained to him that it was a trade and we were not aware of the mall's policies on firearms on the property. He said that he had no issue with it, but that he had to ask us to leave. We agreed, and proceeded to get into out cars and pull away. I was about to pull out when I saw a local PD pull into the parking lot, then leave to go after my buddy who. I pulled up to the security guard who was on the radio with the PD and giving a description of me and my buddy, our cars and what he thought we were doing in the parking lot. When he noticed that I had pulled up right beside him and had been listening, he was visibly shaken. I looked at him and said, "Is he here for us?" and pointed at the patrol car that was just pulling out of the parking lot (presumably to come after me). He nodded his head yes, and I told him to get on the horn and let them know that I was parked right where I was before. I parked my car, got out and sat on my bumper with my bill of sale/trade in hand, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Mr. Tough Guy. When he realized I wasn't going to be a jerk, he slowely walked over to me keeping his distance, and said, "They're on their way." I said, "Alright, but you'd better keep your eye on me." I was a little pissed at this point. I had already been waiting 20 minutes when he came back over, trying to be all buddy-buddy, and proceeded to tell me about his grandpa's collection, the fact that he'd never shot a gun, and he even asked me what kind of gun I had. I let him know that I wasn't in the mood to talk guns right at the moment. He caught on that I was pretty pissed and backed off. He sat and watched me for another 15 minutes while the majority of the time talking on his radio. I decided that I'd had enough of this crap and threw my hands up in the air at him and mouthed "WHAT'S GOIN ON?" after a couple minutes he cam walking over and let me know that the officers were busy on the other side of the freeway and said that I could go. Oh yeah and he also said that his boss asked that I not return to the Gateway mall for the rest of the day. I laughed and informed him that the only reason I go to that mall is to trade guns which I wouldn't be doing anymore. Long story short: Don't trade guns behind Khol's at the Gateway mall. Thank you for listening. I feel better already.