Sometimes grandmothers do something that is totally unexpected. Take my maternal grandmother for instance. She's a sweet little old lady...who happens to like some Kid Rock and Ozzy. Not what most little old ladies would chose for their listening pleasure, but definately some coolness points for granny. How does this relate to guns? It doesn't. It just shows that oddities (or what we perceive as oddities) might be more common than we think. Sterotypes can be very misleading. For gun related, we move over to my paternal grandmother.
My paternal grandmother decided to show me her guns yesterday. We got on the subject because my grandfather had asked me to pick up some ammo for her .25 on the way over. I found out a few years ago that she had a .25, but hadn't carried it for years. Knowing her I wasn't expecting much. She pulled out a Raven .25. Yeah, that's about what I expected. She then told me that she would show me her .32, but it was locked up elsewhere. No biggie. It just means I won't have to smile and talk sweetly as much about her junk. Next we move on to her "pistol." She pulls out a case and I'm laughing on the inside that she even bought a case for her junk gun. Out comes doodoo-----wait a minute, that's not crap! That's a 1911! A Kimber Custom Compact 1911. There it sits looking like it's never been fired.
I busy myself admiring her .45 when she starts talking about her "9 mm". I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, yeah, yeah more junk grandma, but this one's actually nice." Out comes her "9." A TEC-9 to be more precise. What the heck is grandma doing with a TEC-9?!?!? That's not sweet little old lady-like at all. Grandma probably laughed her head off all night long after I left.
Stinkin sterotype just made me look like a fool.
My paternal grandmother decided to show me her guns yesterday. We got on the subject because my grandfather had asked me to pick up some ammo for her .25 on the way over. I found out a few years ago that she had a .25, but hadn't carried it for years. Knowing her I wasn't expecting much. She pulled out a Raven .25. Yeah, that's about what I expected. She then told me that she would show me her .32, but it was locked up elsewhere. No biggie. It just means I won't have to smile and talk sweetly as much about her junk. Next we move on to her "pistol." She pulls out a case and I'm laughing on the inside that she even bought a case for her junk gun. Out comes doodoo-----wait a minute, that's not crap! That's a 1911! A Kimber Custom Compact 1911. There it sits looking like it's never been fired.
I busy myself admiring her .45 when she starts talking about her "9 mm". I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, yeah, yeah more junk grandma, but this one's actually nice." Out comes her "9." A TEC-9 to be more precise. What the heck is grandma doing with a TEC-9?!?!? That's not sweet little old lady-like at all. Grandma probably laughed her head off all night long after I left.
Stinkin sterotype just made me look like a fool.