Preacherman
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I just got back from a visit to my favorite gunshop for coffee, donuts and bracing conversation. While I was there, a local police captain walked in, literally crying with laughter, accompanied by two similarly-afflicted officers. When they'd recovered themselves, and we'd plied them with coffee and donuts, we asked what was going on.
It seems that at lunchtime, a burglar decided to break into a house occupied by a young couple. They were at work, with the wife's 82-year-old grandmother alone in the house. Granny doesn't like guns, but is obviously a feisty old bird. When she heard scraping and banging at the door, she dialed 911 and alerted the police. While on the phone, she heard the burglar try a small window to one side of the door. She put down the phone (leaving the line open), took an air horn (rated at something between 120 and 130 decibels, I understand) and stood at the side of the window. When the burglar stuck his head in, she held the air horn about two inches away from his left ear, and let fly.
The burglar jerked backward so suddenly that he caught himself on the splintered window frame - so Granny kept on "horning" him, until he finally ripped free (leaving half his shirt collar behind) and ran off. Fortunately, the cops were turning into the road as he left the premises, so he didn't get very far. Apparently the booking process was a bit complicated - every time they asked him a question, all they got from him was "What? Speak up - I can't hear you!"
Love them feisty Grannies...
It seems that at lunchtime, a burglar decided to break into a house occupied by a young couple. They were at work, with the wife's 82-year-old grandmother alone in the house. Granny doesn't like guns, but is obviously a feisty old bird. When she heard scraping and banging at the door, she dialed 911 and alerted the police. While on the phone, she heard the burglar try a small window to one side of the door. She put down the phone (leaving the line open), took an air horn (rated at something between 120 and 130 decibels, I understand) and stood at the side of the window. When the burglar stuck his head in, she held the air horn about two inches away from his left ear, and let fly.
The burglar jerked backward so suddenly that he caught himself on the splintered window frame - so Granny kept on "horning" him, until he finally ripped free (leaving half his shirt collar behind) and ran off. Fortunately, the cops were turning into the road as he left the premises, so he didn't get very far. Apparently the booking process was a bit complicated - every time they asked him a question, all they got from him was "What? Speak up - I can't hear you!"
Love them feisty Grannies...
