Earlier tonight I went to the grocery store and the spousal unit decided to come along. While we were there, it started pouring down rain and was still raining when we were finished and ready to leave. We exited the store and were in a little foyer area that's the entrance/exit between two sets of double automatic doors. The mister said since it was raining, he'd go run out and get the van and bring it up to the door. Nice.
So while I'm waiting, a kindly older lady with a pink umbrella struck up a conversation with me and told me she was waiting for the rain to lighten up so she could "make a break for it" (which might have been worth sticking around to see...)
Anyhow...
I'm standing their making small talk with her and as always, I'm sort of conscious that my gun is on my hip and just give a tug on my cover shirt discreetly to make sure no fabric is hung up on the grip making me print.
She starts telling me that it always seems to rain on fair weekend (and today was the last day of our fair)...she stopped mid-sentence and got really wide eyed looking just past my shoulder.
That's when I heard: "I'm gonna need you to step over here..."
I froze for a second and fifty things went through my head in every direction.
Then I heard "Right now. Step over here, please" and a tap on my shoulder.
Holy Crap.
After reading conversations about people being put on the ground by cops until they're satisfied they've sorted out whatever problem they think they're encountering...I was worried!
I turned my head to see...and a rent-a-cop (who just bumped my shoulder) said "Sorry, Ma'am." and turned back to a group of 20-something-year-olds and said, "Gentlemen, right now, over there. Move."
That's when the hubster pulled up to the door and I couldn't stick around to find out what all the hub-bub was about...and kinda didn't really want to!
So anyhow...that was my mild coronary of the year.
Next coronary: MiniMe drives. :p
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*As if* You'd have done something wrong! Mrs Law-n-Order ;)
A little paranoid? :)
One word for when mini-me starts to drive - Valium. For both of you. Mini-warrior had to learn on a stick. Now that was entertaining. Yes, the clutch was replaced after.
Other than No. 4 totaling one in a head-on while on her learner's permit, I seem to recall my 4 learning to drive being pretty smooth. The two month stay at the clinic for Valium addiction wasn't bad after the first couple weeks either.
I can't freak'n believe it. You didn't really care what the hub bub was about?! Most of us are living our lives of quiet desperation, waiting for something exciting to happen. And you don't care!
I can imagine that you could've help escalate the situation into something newsworthy. Running, tackling, shopping carts crashing into little old ladies, warning shots fired ... Oh, sorry, I might've watched too much football the last 3 days.
(but was yelling at me calling me names and the other one with the glue was coming at me and saying he was going to glue my eyes open and my mouth and nose shut so I'd "watch myself suffocate"...but not before watching them hurt my girl.
I kneed him in the crotch and before he had dropped all the way to his knees in front of me, I had my pistol drawn, safety off, and put a bullet in his forehead.) Man its a good thing that Rent a cop wasnt holding a tube of super glue!
You people.
Crack. Me. UP.
Even funnier, the captcha word verification thingie that I have to type to post a comment spells "divas".
HAHAHA!
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