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 Originally Posted by gabe
you should have went and gotten a knife and then returned to the front door and escorted the guy to the meter, holding the knife in plain view.
When my wife and I lived in Florida, our home was in a 'neighboorhood' that was quite off the beaten path. There were certainly other homes in the neighborhood, but not many. My nearest neighbor was about 1/2 mile down the road and there were no houses on the other side of the road at all in either direction.
We lived a very quiet life. Years went by and it was very rare that anyone ever came to our door.
I was raised in a 'gun friendly' household and I own a Glock 21; a 45 calibre semi-automatic. With no children and no visitors, I kept the loaded weapon on my nightstand next to my bed.
One year the neighborhood experienced a growth explosion. Probably 30 or 40 houses were built and sold during the spring and summer. None were near us and my wife and I really did not think much about it.
Around 8:00pm one night in early Autumn someone POUNDS on the front door and there is clearly some shouting.
My wife gives me a worried look and I am thinking, "What the hell is going on?" So, I grab my Glock and head for the front door.
I am moments from opening the door when a thought hits me...
"Phyllis, what day is it?"
"Thursday"
"No, I mean day of the month."
"31st"
"Christ, it's Halloween."
We had never had trick or treaters there before, but with all the new families it finally happened.
My wife got the door while I hide the Glock in the kitchen and pulled out a bag of candy bars that we had.
We had a good laugh thinking about the story those kids would have had if I had been a moment slower on the realization.
"This crazy guy swung the door opened and he was shouting and he had a gun!"
My wife and I laugh about it to this day.
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