This is a discussion on Armed while confronted by Girl Scouts. within the Carry & Defensive Scenarios forums, part of the Defensive Carry Discussions category; Originally Posted by Treo What happens when your house is on fire and you can't find the key in your panic? Security bars over those ...
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Those who have an answer for everything, have an answer for nothing.
When the weather gets warmer and better, I enjoy leaving all of my screened windows open to let the fresh air inside with the sounds of summer and spring from the street outside, leaving my air-conditioning off. I exist in a plat with similar small brick ranch houses on both sides of my peaceful back street. However, I must remember that I have a gun next to me on top of this end table, next to my lounge chair and this computer in my living room. I have never been too careful about simply going to my front door and opening it for and to strangers, despite the probable lack of any or many big-city Dayton dangers. Oh, no, I didn't buy any Girl Scout cookies; because after I buy enough guns and ammo, I may donate to Haiti.
peanut butter is my first choice... but I will never turn down any GS cookies. when i worked at sam's club, they used to park outside of the exit door... more than once were those cookies my 15min break snack...
"Dead is dead"
"Yea, till we show up with jumper cables and drugs to debate it"
What happened to the Scot Teas? They were the best cookies the Girl Scouts had.
I never answer the front door. If someone is at the door, I slip out thru the garage and come up behind them and then ask "Can I help you"
kind of surprising to see that so many open doors without seeing who it is first. I have never EVER done that even if I was expecting someone or knew someone would be coming I have always checked before opening the door and I have lived in rural areas where people dont even lock their cars/homes at night to crime-riddled ghettos and everywhere in between (including a few years spent living in Europe in similarly diverse neighborhoods. never once opened a door without seeing who it was first.
Thanks Rottkeeper for highlighting in bold my "I'm a fat cow" quote. Why don't you jusk kick me when I'm down! : )
Two roads diverged in a wood, and Ió
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.