Mine was surprising, I went and got my Basic Pistol Instructor Certification from Profire in Miami just a few days before Christamas. So my dad the anti whom I've fought tooth and nail to be able to allow my grandpa and uncle to teach me to shoot at 13, hearing the whole time "what are you going to use it for, what's one <expletive deleted> you think you can use it for". Well after eleven years of shooting he finally gave in after--- buying my mom two guns, paying for her to get her CWP, and now being (once the official paperwork and certificate arrive) a soon-to-be instructor my Dad asked me on Christmas day "so it's been awhile since I've shot a handgun, you want to go to the range with me after New Years (and the angels went silent in shock). He wants me to do the "First Steps" Pistol with him after I'm official so he can get his CWP.
My fiance was in shock, my mom was completely surprised, and my forty year old roomate laughed almost hysterically because of all the garbage my dad has given me when ever he's visited, over my small collection.
Well what he didn't tell me, that my mom later did, was that in my parent's supposedly uber-safe neighborhood. Someone actually walked into my paren'ts house through the open garage door (only gets closed at night, since I was a kid) and unlocked door, and past my old dying (she's eleven, has a heart arthymia, bad cataracts, arthritis, and breathing issues, but she's not ready for the last trip as the vet tells my parents) and my mom just happened to have her loaded P3AT sitting next to her labtop (she left it there by accident and didn't realize it till she saw the intruder out of the corner of her eye) and was at her desk working on an expense account for my Dad's company (she's an accountant). So my arthritic mom, with only eye that has had corrective surgery (sees great out of it now, like perfect so she can drive again), and back problems, swivels in her desk to point the gun at the intruder looking through the sights with her good eye and screaming like a banshee.
You ever hear a Jewish mother scream and bitch, magnify that by a hundred my Dad tells me. So the guy runs, scared out of his mind, to be chased by my Dad to the end of the driveway. Only after my Dad calls the cops does he realize he was unarmed when he chased the guy. This all happened in broad daylight.
The guy probably would of run at the first sight of seeing people inside the house.
Probably cased the neighborhood and saw my truck parked in the driveway when I mowed and cleaned my parent's house for them, and mowed the neighbor's yards for money, didn't see my truck and figured no one was home. And he hasn't been caught yet.
And my Dad learned how to load and unload the P3AT and Taurus 85.