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Still out of breath and adrenaline pumping
through his body, Smitty Wesson sat on the curb outside of his family owned
grocery store described his near death ordeal at the hands of a knife wielding
felon.
At 9:15 this evening Mr. Wesson noticed a young
man enter his family owned grocery store. The man walked around the store in a
deliberate manner before approaching Smitty at the cash register where he
reached into his coat and pulled out what Mr. Wesson says is the biggest damn
knife he had ever seen in his life. Mr. Wesson said that it reminded him of the
scene in Crocodile Dundee when Dundee produced his knife and said “Now this is
a knife!” The next few minutes seemed like an eternity”
explained Smitty. “I reached under the counter for my trusty Smith and Wesson
model 19. As I tried to get my finger on the trigger I realized that I had
installed a brand spanking new trigger lock on my gun. There was a pause in time
as the would be robber looked at me and I looked at him and we both looked at
the useless gun in my hand”.
“I didn’t hesitate,” said Mr. Wesson.
“I started running up and down the aisles of the store with my gun in my hand
trying desperately to remember the friggin combination to the trigger lock. I
ran down the soup aisle knocking Campbell's soup all over the floor. I saw all
of those red and white cans rolling around, hoping it would stop the mad man,
but he kept on coming. Next I ran down the baking isle where I was sure the
Wesson corn oil would stop him, but he jumped over the slippery puddles and
continued to pursue me. 666!, 123!, 357!, I kept trying different combinations
of numbers to open my trigger lock, to no avail. I set the combination myself
last week, but I never thought that I would have to open it in such a hurry. I
always thought that I would have time to reach into my pocket for the slip of
paper with the numbers on it.”
“I ran down the feminine hygiene aisle and
saw my life begin to flash before my eyes. Is this where it ends,” I thought,
as I saw the blur of Tampax and Kotex Maxi pads while running past? “I decided
to take flight into the parking lot and as I approached the automatic doors I
remembered that I needed to make a service call on them because they opened too
slowly. I burst through the doors with my attacker close behind. I could hear
him breathing hard. Suddenly I remembered the combination. 911! I yelled 911 at
the top of my lungs as my fingers scrambled to spin the tumblers of the lock. I
remember how hard it was trying to unlock a combination lock while running for
your life. My head was bobbing up and down like a little red and white bobber
with a big bass on the line as I desperately tried to remove the blasted lock
from the trigger of my 357.”
“Finally, as I rounded a van in the parking
lot the lock came free from my only means of defense. I went into horror though
as I looked at the back end of the cylinder and realized that the gun was
unloaded because it is a safety hazard to use a trigger lock on a loaded gun. I
yelled out ‘shucks! and knew that the gun was not going to do me much good
without some ammunition, which was back in the store behind the counter.”
“I didn’t have time or any more energy to
out run the punk for that distance so I threw my gun at him and he ducked as it
sailed over his head. I heard glass break as it hit a windshield of a small car
in the lot. I started for the store anyway when I had a strange thought that
perhaps I should call 911 and wait for the police to arrive.
As I was sprinting for the store, the robber
was still chasing me. He was about fifteen yards behind me as I neared the
doors. Suddenly and instinctively I recalled the trigger lock still in my
trembling hand. I stopped, spun around, grabbed the trigger lock tightly in my
right hand and with all of the desperation of a pitcher with two out and the
bases loaded in the ninth I hurled a fast ball at him. I will never forget the
puzzled wide-eyed look on his face as the trigger lock approached him at a high
rate of speed. It hit him right between the eyes and he dropped like a piano
fell on him. He was dead before he hit the ground!
Smitty went on to say that he sure was glad he
had his Gun-Blok trigger lock. “I don’t know what I would have done without
it,” he said as he wandered back to the store.
Tom Buchanan is an American gun owner with a
sense of humor. See some of his other funnies at his home page by going to
http://www.lovelandnet.com/tom/.
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