Tuesday, April 13, 2010

True Story Tuesday: Don't Shoot!

Thank you Rachel and Mr. Daddy, yet again, for hosting our little party every week.

When I was single I used to sleep with my Glock on my headboard.  I'd had a stalker at one point and had cut back from carrying everywhere (including the bathroom and shower) at all times, to just having my gun nearby.  As my kids got older and their friends started coming around, I carried less and less, just because I didn't want any stupid kids doing stupid kid stuff if they saw my gun laying around.  It got so that I didn't even always have it on my headboard and when I did, I didn't keep it loaded; I left a full magazine laying right next to my gun.  Before I started shooting competition, I always kept it loaded because I know that under stress the first thing to go is fine motor coordination and I didn't want to be in a position that I needed the gun but lacked the coordination to slip the magazine in the mag well.  Shooting competitions had given me the confidence that I knew I could slap my magazine in my gun and cycle the slide in a fraction of a second, even under stress.


One summer, five or six years ago, my brother Deejo came up to visit from Arizona.  He'd gone out with some friends one night and as far as I knew, was headed back up to our parents' place.  It was H-O-T that night when I went to bed, so I left all of the windows open and put my Glock on the headboard, magazine next to it.  About 11:30 or so, I heard someone pull up in front of the house and didn't recognize the sound of the car, so I waited to see if they were just parking in front of my house to go visit the drug dealer across the street.  I heard the driver get out of the car and start across my lawn, so I picked up the Glock, slapped the magazine in and cycled the slide.

With all of the windows wide open, whoever got out of the car could hear me load the gun, which I hadn't thought about.  The footsteps stopped about halfway across the yard and I hear Deejo yell up to my window, "For Christ's Sake, don't shoot me, I just have to pee!"

Poor guy.  Just wanted to use my bathroom before the long drive up to Mom's place.

Disclaimer:  In no time was my brother ever in danger of being shot, unlike my brother-in-law.  Deejo heard me load up and was being a smart arse.

10 comments:

Stacy, with no E said...

I'd probably pee my pants haha

Linda Medrano said...

This is hysterical! Love it!

Foursons said...

Yeah, I'm thinking that need to relieve his bladder was taken care of at that very moment too! Wow, you had a stalker? Where's that TST?

Michelle Pixie said...

That is too funny! Well not that you had a stalker and was frightened and all but your poor brother!

Rachel said...

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Mr. Daddy keeps a shotgun near the door, and has always told me that when he is on the road, if someone is breaking in, that I am just to rack that baby and every bad guy in the world knows what that sound is!

That is too funny about your brother!

I'm with your other commenters, surprised he didn't wet himself!

And where's the stalker TST???

Thanks for linking up!

Mr. Daddy said...

if there ever was a universal language, it's that metallic ratchet of a slide pulling a bullet home....

and I'm guessing that he needed a change of clothes more than the bathroom after that.... ROFL

Aunt Crazy said...

We have guns all over our home, not that I would be prepared to use them if needed, but uncle bubba and BOTH of our children know how to shoot each and every gun we own. It's become a joke that noone goes to our house unannounced cuz they never know if they'll end up shot or not!

Mad Woman said...

Hahahahahaha!!!! I'm surprised he didn't piss himself out of fear!

Deejo said...

Thankfully, I was only a few years out of the Corps and knew the sounds of weapons being made ready. The Diva was quiet enough that most would not have known what was going on upstairs.

I am a little offended that all your readers seem to think I would have wet myself in that situation. Hellooo...Marine Corps...After having live .50 cal zooming overhead, the thought of my sister and her Glock--not especially intimidating ;) Her Para, on the other hand, scares the hell out of me. It is a thing of beauty to watch her shoot a pistol that actually fits her hand. If any of you actually get to shoot with her, you'll understand...

Thanks for the memories...

GunDiva said...

Aw, Deej, I had to wipe a tear away.

And then I got pissed! I shot that damn Glock pretty well (I beat Bud Bond with it).

But then I got happy again, I do love that Para.