Posts Tagged ‘gun’

I know I promised info on my Harry Potter visit today.  I am sooooo sorry to disappoint Xup.  I am sure she was really looking forward to reading about Harry Potter, but this is just too funny to wait. 

EMT, with his honor roll graduation, decided to get his motorcycle driver’s license.  His Big Brother, from the Big Brother program had an extra bike at his house and they wanted to ride together. 

This is EMT’s story and he has a dry way of telling stories and this is exactly how he told it to me.  That is, it is exactly how he told it to me AFTER he told me about the ride, and his Big Brother’s marital problems and all the little stuff of the day.  Then, it was, “Oh, and by the way…

They drove to the south side of Indianapolis.  It was time to gas up and return home.  EMT was returning from paying for the gas, mounted up and put the key in the ignition when a man stepped up to him with a knife and said, “Get Off!  I want your bike.”

EMT tells me at that point that he knew all he had to do was keep the guy talking and he would be fine.  I said, “I have always told you that no money or possession is worth messing with a guy with a knife or a gun.  Just get off and give him the bike.”

EMT said.  “I didn’t have to worry because there was a police car recording the incident and the cop, gun drawn, was two feet behind him.”

Just another day in the life of EMT.

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It really is incredible the things you find, or find out, when cleaning.

One of my favorite books is a mystery; Tell Me Lies, a novel by Jennifer Crusie. Any book that starts with “One hot August Thursday afternoon, Maddie Faraday reached under the front seat of her husband’s Cadillac and pulled out a pair of black lace bikini underpants. They weren’t hers.” Is gonna be good. And, I read it when it was labeled a mystery (which my copy is), not a romance. Of course my copy doesn’t have candy hearts on the cover. At least I don’t think it does, since it is one of the things I keep cleaning in the hopes of finding.

The scene I love in this book, and I am very much digressing because it has nothing to do with cleaning, is Maddie Faraday, going in and finding the only comfort food that is available to her is a centuries old brownie in her freezer.  I have gotten desperate enough to toast a marshmallow, with a steak knife, over the stove top but who thought of toasting a frozen brownie?  Brilliant!

Get on topic again, Sheryl.   —  Okay, I helped my parents clean out my aunt’s apartment, when she had to move into a nursing home. We found baggies and twist ties in every drawer. What we did not find was one single thing she had put in her will to leave to other people. I am hoping she had already passed on some of these items, to their new owners, long before.

When I was cleaning out some of my father’s things, after his death, I found a little tag on a string, like those you put on an item to price it. This tag, with my dad’s tiny scribble on it, lay at the bottom of a small box of assorted items, with bullets (yes, gun bullets) rattling around in the bottom. The tag read:

“Do not even think of looking for the gun.
I took it with.”

I am wondering how long that tag was in the box and why my paranoid father, even in his wildest dreams, ever thought a burglar would listen to this warning on a mini tag. Actually, why would he even take the time to read it?

Or–did my dad somehow find a way to actually take the gun with him, on his final journey? If so, I assure you, I would have taken a frozen brownie before I ever took a gun.

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