So I didn’t exactly tell the whole story on this week’s True Story Tuesday post.
But when I saw the myriad of responses in the comments, I just couldn’t stop laughing:
Holy crap (times three)
Magnet for accidents
Freaked me out
Thank You Jesus
Oh My Word
…peed my pants
…The Truman Show
Several of you were nice enough to comment that you were glad the bullet missed. Awww, group hug.
And special thanks to Bill from Allenspark for telling me I was a decade off in my calculations. I owe ya man.
So… the rest of the story?
Mr. SalesGuy comes running in to the office. My ears are ringing and we are kind of mulling around in shock.
We find another hole across the room where the bullet is lodged in the opposite wall.
Mr. Salesguy seems hugely relieved that there is no blood anywhere, though he pales a bit at noticing the teeny-weeny distance between the bullet hole and the usual space occupied by my curly noggin.
Once he realizes there are no bodies to take care of, he brings us straightaway to his first priority.
“We don’t need to be calling the cops or nothing, right? RIGHT?”
(Umm dude… you just shot a gun through two walls…)
“We don’t need the cops, right? Nobody is hurt. It’s all okay. No cops, right?”
The guy was so pushy. And my boss was all of 4’10” tall next to this dummy with a gun.
Once he exited, she quietly called the police.
I mean, quietly… because you know… there was a HOLE in the wall.
And before the cops can even get there, Mr. SalesGuy comes storming in.
Turns out MISSUS SalesGuy sits at home with one of these:
She hears the call come in over the police scanner, calls hubby up and he marches his angry self right back over.
“I thought we don’t need the cops, right?!?!”
(umm dude… YOU are the one who said that. not the people you shot at. and what the heck do you need a police scanner for?)
You can imagine the tension. Especially knowing the dude still had this:
And unfortunately readers, this is where I leave you stranded…
See, this was a grownup matter. And yes, Mommy and Daddy were on their way to pick up their minor daughter from her after-school job. Leaving the weaponry drama to the adults.
After all that, I have to say – the most discouraging thought was that the guy cared more about getting in trouble than he did about our safety.
Now… behind our office was the fire department training facility. I’m guessing y’all might rather hear some of THOSE stories???
Thanks to everyone who played along this week. Hope to see you back next Tuesday for some more crazy tales!