Tauruspt92AF
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Some background information so hopefully I can paint a decently vivid picture. This happened to me about a week ago when i had just gotten my concealed carry license literally days earlier. I went back to my hometown to spend sometime with my parents and some friends. Since I planned on going to the range with a buddy of mine later that weekend I had brought both my carry(shield 40) and my range gun (Taurus pt92) home and i had them both loaded (all with hollow points), one on me, one in my room at my parents. My parents live in a rather large house and it tends to creek and make noises every once in a while.
To the story:
I had just came home from my buddy's house at about 2 AM and I walk in the front door and walk down the hallway to the kitchen to get a Pop (as we say in the midwest… or soda if you'd prefer). I open the refrigerator door and grab my pop and as I am about to walk out the kitchen I hear some faint music and then a voice talking. I stop what I'm doing and stand there for a second with one hand on my pop and the other on my S&W. I stand there for a minute but I hear nothing else out of the ordinary so i chalk it up to one of the neighbors next door having a small party. I walk upstairs to my room and sit in my bed and start watching some TV when I hear some creaking from the hallway. While this is usually normal, I am now more alert and thinking that there could possibly be someone inside my parents house. So now I decide the noises I heard in the kitchen deserve a more thorough investigation. Before I walk downstairs I grab my taurus as I think a little more firepower couldn't hurt if it actually is a BG roaming around downstairs and put it in my pocket. I start creeping my way downstairs and make my way to the kitchen in the dark as I know my way through my childhood home very well. Make it to the kitchen and i hear music playing again, very softly. I slowly pull my shield out of my IWB holster and using my free hand hit the kitchen with my flashlight, Nothing, but the music is still playing. I walk over to the counter and i see that it is my dad's iPod playing some random song. Still a little confused since he has been asleep for multiple hours at this point and would have noticed it playing i turn it off. I check the rest of the house and nothing out of the ordinary. Go to bed, wake up the next morning and go down to the kitchen to make some breakfast and his iPod is going off again.
Realized that my dads iPod will just randomly turn itself on because he has gotten so much sweat inside the iPod from using it when he runs (he has gone through at least 3 this year(thank god for extended warranties)) All that worrying for nothing, but I guess its better to be safe than sorry.
Anyways sorry for the long post and I hope you got a general feel of what i went through that night. Sorry I'm not much of a story teller but I hope you got a good laugh out of this.
-Andrew
To the story:
I had just came home from my buddy's house at about 2 AM and I walk in the front door and walk down the hallway to the kitchen to get a Pop (as we say in the midwest… or soda if you'd prefer). I open the refrigerator door and grab my pop and as I am about to walk out the kitchen I hear some faint music and then a voice talking. I stop what I'm doing and stand there for a second with one hand on my pop and the other on my S&W. I stand there for a minute but I hear nothing else out of the ordinary so i chalk it up to one of the neighbors next door having a small party. I walk upstairs to my room and sit in my bed and start watching some TV when I hear some creaking from the hallway. While this is usually normal, I am now more alert and thinking that there could possibly be someone inside my parents house. So now I decide the noises I heard in the kitchen deserve a more thorough investigation. Before I walk downstairs I grab my taurus as I think a little more firepower couldn't hurt if it actually is a BG roaming around downstairs and put it in my pocket. I start creeping my way downstairs and make my way to the kitchen in the dark as I know my way through my childhood home very well. Make it to the kitchen and i hear music playing again, very softly. I slowly pull my shield out of my IWB holster and using my free hand hit the kitchen with my flashlight, Nothing, but the music is still playing. I walk over to the counter and i see that it is my dad's iPod playing some random song. Still a little confused since he has been asleep for multiple hours at this point and would have noticed it playing i turn it off. I check the rest of the house and nothing out of the ordinary. Go to bed, wake up the next morning and go down to the kitchen to make some breakfast and his iPod is going off again.
Realized that my dads iPod will just randomly turn itself on because he has gotten so much sweat inside the iPod from using it when he runs (he has gone through at least 3 this year(thank god for extended warranties)) All that worrying for nothing, but I guess its better to be safe than sorry.
Anyways sorry for the long post and I hope you got a general feel of what i went through that night. Sorry I'm not much of a story teller but I hope you got a good laugh out of this.
-Andrew