Sleep eluded me until just after 0300. I'd barely closed my eyes when I felt a light touch and reality again slapped me in the face.
Record time with the shave and toothpaste, a slap of Old Spice, and I'm out the door.
Inside the shop I flipped switches and filled the till with cash and jerked a cup of coffee and with newspaper in hand I settled back to read. Granted I was a bit woozy, distracted, and chalked it to my lack of rest but I also felt as if I'd forgotten something important.
Five or six minutes into the newspaper I reached for my coffee and it hit me. My belt seemed wrong. I reached around. I forgotten both of my spare magazines. Trivial granted. Still, it bugged me to death.
It must be understood I've carried concealed for many years, probably longer than many of you have been potty trained. So long in fact I felt as if I'd left behind my right leg.
No worries. Tomorrow I will sit around a camp fire and relax, and shoot, and chew the fat with my friends.
Besides, my piece holds twelve rounds. If I can't hit the target (or some booger) with twelve rounds I might as well take a seat on the sofa and watch ball games with the rest of the hoople-heads.
Lord, I'm getting old...
Stephen
With the "aim for the head" policy you have for training, plus the extended years of said training you've had, unless you're fighting off a herd of zombies or similar critters, I'd say 12 rounds ought to get you by..... for today.
ReplyDeleteNow don't let it happen again, young man!
As I hold my head in shame I reply, "Yes, Sir. It shall never again happen."
DeleteThanks, Matt.
Mornings take their toll, please have correct change.
ReplyDeleteLately, it's hard. Thanks, my good friend.
DeleteYou think the way I do. I figure on one shot to gain my bearings and one more to finish the job. If I can't succeed by that point, I deserve whatever I get.
ReplyDeleteIt's a good rule. Thanks, Joy.
DeleteI hate mornings like yours; always feeling 30 seconds behind reality, and never quite catching up. I hope you rest well, this weekend.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paul, I'll sure try. My gear is packed and I'll be out early.
Deletedid you say something,eh....sorry must of dozed off. have a good weekend my friend.
ReplyDeleteYou too, Rat. Thanks.
DeleteAtleast it wasnt your pants this time around.. : )
ReplyDeleteThere is always tomorrow. Have a good night, Pretty Girl.
DeleteGot a new plastic thingy hangin' offa my levis that holds 16+1.
ReplyDeleteShhh, don't tell Moonbeam.
Have a nice weekend.
Skip, you're my kinda man...good for you. Thanks, my friend.
DeleteLike Glock Mom, I thought at first that you were missing something more embarrasing than your spare magazines.
ReplyDeleteHopefully, not again....thanks, my friend.
DeleteThey say the memory is the first thing to go, then...er...something else.
ReplyDeleteThe second thing must not be important, else I'd remember it.
I had such a great reply in mind....oh...never mind.
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