Maveric
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Don't know if similar situations have happened to you, but what happened to me less than an hour ago allways makes me feel a little paranoid, but perhaps that is the californian in me.
Tonight a white van pulled into our driveway, and we are somewhat in the country out here, at 11.30 at night strange vans parking in my driveway is allways strange to say the least. It was a white van, with nothing visible on it, a huge dodge high top, something that looks like a couple of burglars would be in, or perhaps a contractor.
My sister in law comes into the room mentioning about this strange van, my brother and me where talking and he gets up and asks if it was still there, and as he is leaving the room he tells me to be prepared, so i get up and grab my shotgun, and a few shells, and proceed to follow him out my bedroom door.
By the time I get to the front room, gun in one hand, shells in the other about to load them into the gun, my brother steps outside, looks down, and sees a fedex package for him, which is two days late.
I don't know if the fedex driver realizes that its probably a bad idea to be delivering packages to houses out in the semi-country at 11.30 at night.
Although I'm allways glad I never have to shoot anyone, but I still find it unnerving and afterwords when the adrenaline finally makes you shake a bit, you think to yourself, did I do right? or am I just paranoid?
Yall take it easy.
P.S I wasn't born in california thank god, i was born in georgia, and lived in the country, my parrents happend to drag me to california when i was 7, so its not my fault! lol
Don't know if similar situations have happened to you, but what happened to me less than an hour ago allways makes me feel a little paranoid, but perhaps that is the californian in me.
Tonight a white van pulled into our driveway, and we are somewhat in the country out here, at 11.30 at night strange vans parking in my driveway is allways strange to say the least. It was a white van, with nothing visible on it, a huge dodge high top, something that looks like a couple of burglars would be in, or perhaps a contractor.
My sister in law comes into the room mentioning about this strange van, my brother and me where talking and he gets up and asks if it was still there, and as he is leaving the room he tells me to be prepared, so i get up and grab my shotgun, and a few shells, and proceed to follow him out my bedroom door.
By the time I get to the front room, gun in one hand, shells in the other about to load them into the gun, my brother steps outside, looks down, and sees a fedex package for him, which is two days late.
I don't know if the fedex driver realizes that its probably a bad idea to be delivering packages to houses out in the semi-country at 11.30 at night.
Although I'm allways glad I never have to shoot anyone, but I still find it unnerving and afterwords when the adrenaline finally makes you shake a bit, you think to yourself, did I do right? or am I just paranoid?
Yall take it easy.
P.S I wasn't born in california thank god, i was born in georgia, and lived in the country, my parrents happend to drag me to california when i was 7, so its not my fault! lol