Yikes! |
“Can you bring my gun down from upstairs” Dave asked me the
other day. That was a question I would
have never thought I would hear in my life.
But this is America where everybody has guns, everybody.
I stood there, looking at the thing, trying to figure out how
to hold it. I wasn’t sure which end I
should grab. Should I hold it on the
end the bullets come out of, or should I hold it by the handle? What happened if I held it too tightly and accidentally
pulled the trigger and inadvertently blew my foot off? But then, I didn’t want to hold it so lightly
in case I dropped it - and inadvertently blew my foot off.
What a dilemma.
I opted for the handle end, between my thumb and forefinger,
just kind of hanging there, held out in front of me. In hindsight, this was probably the most
likely way for me to blow a hole in myself.
Dave stood, open mouthed, as I came down the stairs. “It won’t kill you” he said. Well, actually, I think it probably would, to tell you the
truth!!!
It was a very creepy kind of feeling to actually hold a
gun. Bloody Hell, nobody in England has
guns, not even the Police. They have to
make do with a truncheon a.k.a. a big stick and a whistle. Okay, maybe the whistle is a thing of the
past, but you get it. I think some
police might be carrying guns now, but the normal person on the street really doesn’t
have a need to have one. Unless you are
a Kray twin, obviously. But then, they weren't exactly what you would call 'normal.'
The infamous Kray twins |
Great White Hunter |
But America seems to be the land of the brave, the land of the Great
White Hunter where it is positively frowned upon or you’re a thought to be a
tad odd if you don’t have a gun. I’m not going to get into the politics of the
gun debate, but I will just say that I think I will refrain from getting myself
a gun, unless I happen to find myself somewhere in the Serengeti chasing a lion, and then perhaps I might borrow one (or just let someone else do the shooting).
This will work.. right?? |
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