The Pan-Gargler on personal security:
The other night my dad and I were talkin’ in the kitchen… it was late… we are all about ready for bed… but home invasions had been in the news and were the topic of discussion. I was of course blowing it off. Dad looked at me and said, “hey… it happens everyday. It could happen to you. They could kick that front door down.” Now… here I am standing around in a bitch beater and a pair of boxers.
I took two quick steps, produced a firearm from no where and aimed at the front door. This happened in around a second. This of course suprised my Dad… but I have no idea why it would. You’d think he’d know by now.
Not bad really… but probly not as good as JAC… who simply carries a side arm at all times. Cut me some slack. I was ready for bed.
This reminds me of the time Big Chilly was going shooting and wanted to borrow my .38 revolver. I was reading in bed, so I leaned over to the left, tipped two books forward and handed it to him. He raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything as he unloaded it and slipped it in his case.
“Hey, do you mind if I take the Glock too?”
“Sure,” I said, then leaned over to the right, tipped two other books forward and handed him the Glock. This time he laughed while checking the chamber, then pointed up to the ceiling fan and wondered aloud what he’d find on the blades if he reached up there.
Now, I’ve told that part of the story before, but forgot to mention what happened next. When he asked if I had anything under the bed as well, I told him to look for himself. He was practically rolling on the floor laughing by the time he pulled the seventh and last rifle out.