Sunday, December 22, 2013

Where you sojourn, there sojourns the Glock

My daughter arrived at midnight-thirty from Florida. When she had her car unpacked, she handed her pistol carrier to me and asked if I would put it in the safe.

“Sure,” I said, and then: “Why do you want it in the safe?”

“In case somebody breaks in and tries to steal it,” she said.

I said, “If somebody breaks in, you shoot him.”

“Okay,” she said. “But what about when we’re not here?”

“Then we’ll put it in the safe,” I said.

That was this morning early answer. Light of day answer is, she has, as she put it, “A license to pack heat.” So when we leave the house, so does the pistol.

Merry Christmas to all.

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