Just when I think my grandmother can't get any weirder...
...she asks me if I have a gun.
No, seriously, I'm at lunch with my grandparents and she asks me if I have a gun.
Me: No. O_o
Her: Then what is your weapon?
Me: Weapon!? O_O *Thinks: What the fuck are you talking about!?!*
Her: Do you carry mace or what? You know, when you're out after dark? You work late and you have to park behind your apartment building.
Me: *stare* *stare some more* This is Colorado Springs not... not New York City!!!*
She is so freaking weird! I live in a safe part of town, I park in a lighted parking lot that is immediately behind my apartment building, I'm fairly certain that a Volvo key in the eye would slow down anyone who somehow chose a lighted, very public parking lot to lurk in.
If she knew I occasionally walk to the near-by 7-11 late at night, I don't know what she'd do.
*My apologies to New York City. She is a simple minded person and I needed some place that screams danger to simple minded people. I almost said Gotham, but she wouldn't get that.