In article <jvf512$91n$
1...@dont-email.me>,
Would I sleep in a house with a gun?
Erm... Let's see... <Looks on shelf above computer> There's a S&W .38
special revolver, loaded and ready to either grab or strap on, and a
couple of full speedloaders laying right there next to it.
<peeks behind bedroom door> Oh, yeah, that's right - a short-as-legal
knockoff of an 870 12 gauge pump. And wouldja look at that - It's loaded
with double-ought buck.
<looks in closet> Oops, there's a .22 rifle in the corner - and it looks
loaded. Oh, and look at those mags for it up on the shelf above it.
Looks to be about 60 rounds worth in 'em. Hmm... some other ammo stacked
up there, too... Looks like a stash of about 500 or so shotgun shells of
various types, several kinds of .38 special ammo - Whew... Looks like
there must be at least a thousand rounds of that. And <GASP!> 4 full
bricks of .22LR ammo, and several loose boxes, besides! And we won't
even talk about the dozen or so boxes of .30-06 ammo, or the rifle that
eats it in the other corner from the .22...
Nope, guess I wouldn't sleep in a house with *A* gun. I'm stuck with
sleeping in a house with *FOUR* of them, all loaded and ready for
near-instant use, with lots of reloads close at hand.
I feel SO endangered...
NOT!
Y'know what's TRULY bizarre? Not one of them has shot anyone since I've
owned them. Despite having had many opportunities to do me while my back
was turned, or I was outright asleep and helpless.
Guess I've missed all the excitement, huh?