The first time was about 4 or 5 years ago. I was out in the shop behind our house with a couple of my friends. We had my car in there and we were changing one of the headlights or something like that. I thought it was around 11 when we went out there, so I figured everyone was asleep or I would have told someone we were going out. Turns out it was only 9 and my parents were just getting ready for bed. My step-dad saw the light on out in the shop and decided to come out and investigate. Apparently investigating stuff involves walking in the shop wielding a gun. As soon as he saw it was just us the situation turned into something of a sitcom.
He just put the gun back in his jacket and was like "Oh, you guys." Then we all just laughed uncontrollably. It was like one of those episodes of Full House where they try to touch on a serious issue. The issue gets dealt with and then the episode ends with everyone in the living room laughing at some hilarious anecdote about the issue. Usually the hilarity involves Kimmie Gibler in one way or another.
We just had a gun pointed at us, but the whole thing was just so lighthearted. Luckily the situation was pulled from a sitcom and not a TV drama. If it were from a drama someone would have been shot. Last night's episode wasn't from a sitcom though, it was more that of a drama.
I go grocery shopping ever week for my mom. She emails me the list, I buy the food and then I drive it out to her. I normally would go on Tuesday, it just fit my schedule better. I wasn't going to be able to go on this particular Tuesday and with school being over I had some extra time, so I went on Monday.
I bought the food and headed out to my house in Mendon to drop the food off. I can't go in the front door as there is some construction taking place in the front room. So me being the wise man that I am, I use my garage door opener. I open the garage door and proceed to the door leading into the house. Doing all this while both hands are burdened with sacks of groceries. I get to the door, it's locked. I knock, half heartedly due to the groceries. Somehow I'm able to fumble around in my pocket and get my keys out with the groceries still in hand. I don't know if you've ever tried to unlock a door with a handful of groceries but it isn't easy. I almost had the key in the lock when...
BAM!
The door opens and I'm left staring in the barrel of a pistol. He held the gun there for a bit and then began to put it away. It was different from the first time he pulled a gun on me. The fist time he seemed relieved that it was just me and some friends. Almost as if he was glad it was just us, so he didn't have to shoot anyone. This time there was a look of disappoint. Almost as if he was disappointed that it was just me. I think he really wanted to shot someone.
Looking at the gun didn't scare me so much, it was more the look on his face that scared the crap out of me. He wanted to shoot someone. If that had been someone that took him more than a split second to recognize, they are in the hospital right now, or dead. That's just the way he is, shoot first, ask questions later.
I don't know why he's so overly concerned about safety. I can understand one, maybe two guns. I don't even know how many he has, and we're not talking guns for hunting, we're talking guns for protection. He almost always has one on him. I know of at least two places in the house where there is one. And whenever I borrow one of the cars for whatever reason, the first thing he has to do is take the gun out. There is a gun in every vehicle, that's another 3. I think my mom's car even has a gun in it, I know she has the permit to do so. So by my count that's at least seven.
I don't know if he's not reading the paper or what, but I guess he hasn't heard that Logan is consistently one of the top three safest cities in the nation. Maybe I should cut him some slack though, since he technically doesn't live in Logan. I guess he thinks the surrounding areas of Logan are like Beirut. (I realize that a Beirut reference may be too sophisticated for my readers, but I'm keeping it).
At the time I didn't really think that much of actually being shot. Looking back though I've realized that the odds of me being shot were pretty high. A lot higher than not being shot. Luckily I wasn't shot, but I'm still scared. The reason I'm still scared: Because the whole thing just seems like an episode of The OC, or something like that. Maybe I've just watched too much TV, but this whole incident is like foreshadowing to me. Sure no one got shot this time, but this was just a set up for someone to get shot in a later episode.
I'm never going home again.
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