SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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I received a letter from my father this evening that had me shaking my head and smiling like a damned fool.
He started out by asking me if I remembered the old lady who lives down the street from him. How could I forget her? We're talking a woman who was old when I was a kid. A woman who had the mouth of a sailer. She was also the one who baked cookies for the neighborhood kids and slipped a little liquid sunshine into her mailbox for the mailman around the holidays. Oh and she might weigh in at one hundred pounds if you rolled her and her Crinolenes in a Mud Patch and it all stuck. (My father does a lot of work for her, general handyman type stuff to keep her place going.)
Yesterday morning she was in the kitchen doing some cooking when she heard the front door open. When no-one announced they were there she got a bit suspicious. She lives alone and the crime rate in the neighborhood has had it's moments. She didn't hesitate, she shut off the stove then grabbed the first thing that came to hand. Her mothers old Cast Iron Frying Pan. She waited by the door and when the punk stepped through she wound up and let him have it.
She didn't let it rest there. Oh hell no, she went on the attack after whanging this guy off the forehead with the Frying Pan. She continued beating on him, chasing him out of the house and into the front yard where he tripped.
My father and a couple of other neighbors heard her cursing and him yelling and came running to find her standing over him and beating the living hell out of him with that damned pan. They finally got her to stop and watched the guy until the Police showed up.
The guy was transported to the local Hospital then to the station where he was charged with Breaking and Entering in the Daytime with intent.
I can well imagine how hard my father and the other neighbors were laughing as they broke up the fight.
Cat
He started out by asking me if I remembered the old lady who lives down the street from him. How could I forget her? We're talking a woman who was old when I was a kid. A woman who had the mouth of a sailer. She was also the one who baked cookies for the neighborhood kids and slipped a little liquid sunshine into her mailbox for the mailman around the holidays. Oh and she might weigh in at one hundred pounds if you rolled her and her Crinolenes in a Mud Patch and it all stuck. (My father does a lot of work for her, general handyman type stuff to keep her place going.)
Yesterday morning she was in the kitchen doing some cooking when she heard the front door open. When no-one announced they were there she got a bit suspicious. She lives alone and the crime rate in the neighborhood has had it's moments. She didn't hesitate, she shut off the stove then grabbed the first thing that came to hand. Her mothers old Cast Iron Frying Pan. She waited by the door and when the punk stepped through she wound up and let him have it.
She didn't let it rest there. Oh hell no, she went on the attack after whanging this guy off the forehead with the Frying Pan. She continued beating on him, chasing him out of the house and into the front yard where he tripped.
My father and a couple of other neighbors heard her cursing and him yelling and came running to find her standing over him and beating the living hell out of him with that damned pan. They finally got her to stop and watched the guy until the Police showed up.
The guy was transported to the local Hospital then to the station where he was charged with Breaking and Entering in the Daytime with intent.
I can well imagine how hard my father and the other neighbors were laughing as they broke up the fight.
Cat
Ridiculous, but true.
