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I’m going to embarrass myself a bit here, but it’s worth it.. here goes; this has been the worst year of my life thus far, I’ll adress that in a separate thread, suffice it to say I have been way on edge and grumpy for the last few months, and the kicker has been this Christmas..
So I come home with my parents after midnight service at their church (Anglican) And after a problem with my mothers newish Mercedes e320 air suspension and then a fuel stop, it’s nearly 2am. As usual I’m the first out the car, As my mother gets herself together and my father helps my 84 year old grandmother out of the car. Well I get to the door and see it’s open about an inch, I ask my parents if they had locked it like they usually do, they reply “yes of course” and give me the look... I head into the mud room and find the door unlocked, but closed. At this point of course I COULD have called the police, neighbors, what have you...hindsight.
So I draw my XDS, and begin working my way through the nightlit house, mudroom, kitchen, master bedroom, unfinished bathroom all clear, I pop around the corner into the living room with the tree, pistol in retention, light in hand and BAM 4 feet away a face, dark hair, dark eyes, 6 ft, 200lbs....my cousin Claire who I hadn’t seen in two years, and who knew where the spare key is hidden!
We laughed it off and had a fun night, but given my level of stress, and the lateness of the hour, (did I mention I flew up at 6:30?) something really horrible could have happened were it not for the fact that I’ve spent hours clearing that house, and hours upon hours drawing, reholstering and generally dry practicing.
Knowing when to not shoot is half the problem.
So I come home with my parents after midnight service at their church (Anglican) And after a problem with my mothers newish Mercedes e320 air suspension and then a fuel stop, it’s nearly 2am. As usual I’m the first out the car, As my mother gets herself together and my father helps my 84 year old grandmother out of the car. Well I get to the door and see it’s open about an inch, I ask my parents if they had locked it like they usually do, they reply “yes of course” and give me the look... I head into the mud room and find the door unlocked, but closed. At this point of course I COULD have called the police, neighbors, what have you...hindsight.
So I draw my XDS, and begin working my way through the nightlit house, mudroom, kitchen, master bedroom, unfinished bathroom all clear, I pop around the corner into the living room with the tree, pistol in retention, light in hand and BAM 4 feet away a face, dark hair, dark eyes, 6 ft, 200lbs....my cousin Claire who I hadn’t seen in two years, and who knew where the spare key is hidden!
We laughed it off and had a fun night, but given my level of stress, and the lateness of the hour, (did I mention I flew up at 6:30?) something really horrible could have happened were it not for the fact that I’ve spent hours clearing that house, and hours upon hours drawing, reholstering and generally dry practicing.
Knowing when to not shoot is half the problem.
