As Roy was leavin’ to go to work, he says, “If you hear someone bangin’ around outside, what’s the first thing you do?
I look up at him like he’s nuts… becuz I live to mess with him… “I’m callin’ you.”
He rolls his eyes.
We have this discussion all the time. And all the time he tells me what he expects me to do… but I tell him something off the wall and he’s gets all worked up and rolls his eyes.
Some nights when he goes to bed first, he picks up the pistol and says, “yell if someone kicks in the door. I’ll come out guns blazin’.”
And I always reply, “you wanna me to test you?”
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “no. I don’t want you to test me.”
“I will do it. I want you to be all brushed up for battle.”
He just rolls his eyes.
“Oh Come On! I’ll time you!”
But tonight, I gettin’ the lesson for what to do when he’s not here... again. The routine is to get the gun and position myself between both front and back doors and wait until they come in. It’s bad JuJu if they’re NOT IN THE HOUSE. AND YOU CAN’T DRAG THEM IN!!
Can you see me??
“Are you feelin’ Lucky, Punk!” with my phone in one hand and the 45 in the other.
“Well, I’m still callin’ you. Get the gun, call you, and then wait. Either they’ll come in and get shot or you’ll come home and save me.”
That is what he’s for, my knight in shinin’ armor come rushin’ up on his trusty steed to save me. Right?
He just rolls his eyes, “You flunked the test. I’m just tryin’ to keep you safe and you just make fun. It’s all fun and games until you get hurt.”
Good Point but I’m Still Callin’ Him!