Feisty Granny!

Super Granny

  Wouldn’t you love to be this feisty
 

An elderly lady did her shopping and, upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her car. She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at them at the top of her voice, “I have a gun and I know how to use it! 

 

Get out of the car you scumbags!”
The four men didn’t wait for a second invitation but got out and ran like mad, whereupon the lady, somewhat shaken, proceeded to load her shopping bags into the back of the car and got into the driver’s seat.

She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition. She tried and tried and then it dawned on her why. A few minutes later she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down. She loaded her bags into her car and drove to the police station.

The sergeant to whom she told the story nearly tore himself in two with laughter and pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale white males were reporting a car jacking by a mad elderly woman described as white, less than 5′ tall, glasses, and curly white hair carrying a large handgun.

No charges were filed.
(True story!)

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20 thoughts on “Feisty Granny!

      • Hey Linda,

        Indeed, very scary! I’m not at all certain if I was laughing with amusement or hysteria 🙂 She is however still formidable…and one can’t help but admire her fearless character, her determined strength and fierce resolve!

        Your wonderful tale brought to mind a story told in passing by a family relative whose elderly senile father was being cared for at a private Nursing home. These events took place many years ago, or so I am told. I thought it amusing…hope you don’t mind me sharing.

        My relative would visit twice a week and take care of his father’s affairs and ensure his comfort and care. He would sit and talk with him for many long hours, share meals and television sessions. During conversations, his father enjoyed many lucid moments amidst extended periods of quiet times. He recalls one occasion when sat with his back to the large main window of his fathers suite with his father opposite him with a view to outside. At some point his father announced randomly that there was a man with a gun loitering outside in the trees and bushes at the end of the private garden. Given that my relative’s father had been very quiet and introverted during this time, my relative continued to chat away dismissing the comment without pause as he had always done. At the second mention of the man with the gun, my relative turned in his seat and made a deliberate show of obliging his father’s beaming smile and pointing finger. There was nothing there to be seen, yet he recalls his father still smiling as they both returned to their respective chairs.

        There was little time or opportunity for a third mention of the gunman, when of a sudden a bullet of some description pierced the window pane slightly above my relatives left shoulder and continued across the room to imbed itself in the far wall! Much startled, my relative leapt from his chair, whilst their father also leapt from his and began to dance with delight and amusement. y relative quickly turned to look out of the window. At the end of the long garden he saw a man in a crouch position wearing a red hat moving awkwardly back into the trees carrying a rifle.

        The Police soon arrived of course, and the situation very quickly contained. As it turned out, to the absolute delight of my relative’s father, one of the elderly gentleman residents had acquired himself a high velocity air rifle, as a gift on his 89th birthday…he had always wanted one… and dressed suitably with twigs and leaves stuffed into a red woollen hat, had taken refuge amongst the trees and was taking pot-shots at pigeons on the building! Amusingly, it also transpired that several of the chaps residing in the home had evidently enjoyed a pot-shot or two and the practice been going on for a week or two. I might also mention that no pigeons had been hit, and only the one broken window. I think it fortunate that the home was in a very rural area or collateral damage may have been unavoidable.

        Take care and have a wonderful weekend. Thanks for posting your delightful tale.

        Namaste

        DN – 23/07/2015

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