Glenn E. Meyer
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The title will become clear:
Interestingly, I was coming back from a psych convention downtown where I gave a talk about some of my jury stuff. It cheered my heart to meet quite a few young female grad psych students who are hard line gun folks. They wanted to talk AR-15 vs. their males relatives or significant others telling them SHOTGUN ENUF said.
One had a knife clip in the pocket. Hmm - so much not like some of academia.
However, we needed some stuff from Home Depot. I ditch the sport jacket and switch more into TX duds. I managed to keep the Glock and assorted stuff hidden during the transition. Ah - the handicap stall in the restroom.
So at Home Deport - we will call this Grandpa America vs. Lex Upster.
The protagonists - old coot in a pickup who rear window is covered with a giant aggressive Bald Eagle and Flag - Grandpa America. A middle aged couple in a Lexus SUV or crossover - Lex.
By the Garden Center pointing towards the exit, GA is seemingly parked. Lex starts to drive by on the left. GA starts up and decides to turn in front of Lex. This is because he is making a wide turn to get into the handicap space (important nuance). Lex honks, honks, honks. Pretty clear GA is going to clip him. GA slams on his brakes in front of Lex. He exits the truck, leaving the truck door open and now blocking all traffic. I decide this is a good time to walk briskly to my car and get distance. I note GA is wearing a fanny pack and as a noticeable wallet (how subtle). Time to leave, Glenn. But I watch to see if I should hit the dirt.
GA now goes to the driver's side of the Lexus wildly waving a very substantial wood cane. He is yelling:
Do YOU Know a horn is for!!! repeat, second verse same as the first.
Lex - rolls down the window (good plan) and GA starts poking the cane at Lex's face. Lex says you were going to hit me. GA bellows : I was not (I'm by my car and a real distance away but you can hear).
Mrs. Lex decides to enter the fray by yelling at GA - ARE YOU GOING TO MOVE YOUR TRUCK? - repeatedly. Thanks wife for the support (good plan).
Lex sits there with a stupid grin.
GA pokes cane at face but no contact. He stomps back to truck. Well, wife decides to yell again. Are you going to move your truck? GA stomps back to wave the cane at the open window of Lex.
At this time, an employee gets between them and all is well. Mulch and bags of cow crap are taken home for gardening and the tulips.
A battle of idiots. As much fun to move away from as when the law stormed Cracker Barrel and the wife and I made a hasty evacuation. Since to drive away would have taken me through the fray - distance and cover seemed a plan. After gunfights in the movies starting with a popcorn toss or loud music inciting another genius to hose a fleeing car - I would like to ask Scotty to beam me up and drop down a squad of red shirts.
I will opine that GA need a touch of evaluation if he does things like and carries.
What else there to do but get away for the bystander. As a participant, Lex might have been better clued in to options and wife should have been quiet.
Interestingly, I was coming back from a psych convention downtown where I gave a talk about some of my jury stuff. It cheered my heart to meet quite a few young female grad psych students who are hard line gun folks. They wanted to talk AR-15 vs. their males relatives or significant others telling them SHOTGUN ENUF said.
One had a knife clip in the pocket. Hmm - so much not like some of academia.
However, we needed some stuff from Home Depot. I ditch the sport jacket and switch more into TX duds. I managed to keep the Glock and assorted stuff hidden during the transition. Ah - the handicap stall in the restroom.
So at Home Deport - we will call this Grandpa America vs. Lex Upster.
The protagonists - old coot in a pickup who rear window is covered with a giant aggressive Bald Eagle and Flag - Grandpa America. A middle aged couple in a Lexus SUV or crossover - Lex.
By the Garden Center pointing towards the exit, GA is seemingly parked. Lex starts to drive by on the left. GA starts up and decides to turn in front of Lex. This is because he is making a wide turn to get into the handicap space (important nuance). Lex honks, honks, honks. Pretty clear GA is going to clip him. GA slams on his brakes in front of Lex. He exits the truck, leaving the truck door open and now blocking all traffic. I decide this is a good time to walk briskly to my car and get distance. I note GA is wearing a fanny pack and as a noticeable wallet (how subtle). Time to leave, Glenn. But I watch to see if I should hit the dirt.
GA now goes to the driver's side of the Lexus wildly waving a very substantial wood cane. He is yelling:
Do YOU Know a horn is for!!! repeat, second verse same as the first.
Lex - rolls down the window (good plan) and GA starts poking the cane at Lex's face. Lex says you were going to hit me. GA bellows : I was not (I'm by my car and a real distance away but you can hear).
Mrs. Lex decides to enter the fray by yelling at GA - ARE YOU GOING TO MOVE YOUR TRUCK? - repeatedly. Thanks wife for the support (good plan).
Lex sits there with a stupid grin.
GA pokes cane at face but no contact. He stomps back to truck. Well, wife decides to yell again. Are you going to move your truck? GA stomps back to wave the cane at the open window of Lex.
At this time, an employee gets between them and all is well. Mulch and bags of cow crap are taken home for gardening and the tulips.
A battle of idiots. As much fun to move away from as when the law stormed Cracker Barrel and the wife and I made a hasty evacuation. Since to drive away would have taken me through the fray - distance and cover seemed a plan. After gunfights in the movies starting with a popcorn toss or loud music inciting another genius to hose a fleeing car - I would like to ask Scotty to beam me up and drop down a squad of red shirts.
I will opine that GA need a touch of evaluation if he does things like and carries.
What else there to do but get away for the bystander. As a participant, Lex might have been better clued in to options and wife should have been quiet.