just a sweet old lady...

[vancity_cowboy]

Story from a Kansas State
Highway Patrol officer:

I made a traffic stop on an elderly lady the other day for speeding
on U.S. 166 Eastbound at Mile Marker 73 just East of Sedan , KS.
I asked for her driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance.
The lady took out the required information and handed it to me.
In with the cards I was somewhat surprised (due to her advanced age)
to see she had a conceal carry permit. I looked at her and asked if
she had a weapon in her possession at this time.

She responded that she indeed had a .45 automatic in her glove box.
Something---body language, or the way she said it---made me want
to ask if she had any other firearms. She did admit to also having
a 9mm Glock in her center console. Now I had to ask one more
time if that was all. She responded once again that she did have
just one more, a .38 special in her purse. I then asked her what
was she so afraid of.

She looked me right in the eye and said, "Not a fucking thing!"

 

[princeofdarkness]

HA! Good one. Thanks for that Vancity_Cowboy.
This is what came to my mind when I read the thread title:

Just a sweet old lady, living in a lonely world
Took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
Took the midnight train going anywhere

I seen her in a smokey room, a smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers, waiting... walkin' down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Street lights... people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill
everybody wants a thrill
Betting anything to roll the dice just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
oh the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on and on...