and I got the best present ever...I have a certain young lady that I have known since Kindergarden. I loathe her outlook on life, her "woe is me" attitude, her political views, the way she treats her husband, the way she treats her friends, the way she whines about everything, and her view on guns.
Why is she my friend? She feels the same about me, and, well, we are old friends, and we are there for each other. Don't ask, it's what the voices in my head tell me to feel, ok?
Well, yesterday she came up with her husband and two month old to celibrate my Birthday. It was a great visit.
She and her Hubby are in theature, and the day he proposed marriage to her, was an art. It took ALL day, he sent her ALL over Boston, hired actors to come up to her in a train station/ bus station/ ferry station to give her a clue, etc. He got a friend of hers to take a day off of work to hold her hand and to make sure she played along. The whole day was spent running all over Boston. It ended with dinner and a ring. Classic story, which I have hear about 8,000,000 times.
Well, I told her husband about my Valentines day (
http://www.armedpolitesociety.com/index.php?topic=11014.0), since the whole "game" was right down his ally. He loved it. He brought it up in front of her, and he had me tell her. I told her, she thought, aside from the gun, it was a great story. Jen then tells me to show her the PPS. I say no, she says she wants to see it.
So, I pull up my sweater to show it all in it's glory on my waist. I think she browned herself. "Why do you have a gun on you?" I unloaded it, showed it to her, she wanted to hold it, so I let her. For the first time in her 34 years, we had an intelligent discussion about gun control. It was odd. She actually listened to reason. I addressed ALL of her concerns, issues, questions with facts. She was floored.
Fast forward to about 45 minutes later. The baby fells asleep in Dad's arms. Sammi is upstairs out cold, Jen and Laurie are talking. Well, I get antsy and get up to go outside. I grab my single shot .22 and a brick of CB longs on the way. I start plinking the steel plate that is about 50 yards out. She comes out and watches me for a couple of shots.
She asks if she can try it. I show her how, let her dry fire once or twice, and load her up.
"Ding". She is jumping up and down for joy.
"Can I do another?"
"Ding". She is now SCREAMING with glee.
She said she was done at that point. She kept saying "I don't beleive I shot a gun".
She just called me and asked if I'd take her to the range with me next time she came up.
I am a happy gun owner today.
