So I am standing there looking at pistol, trying to figure out what to do with it, when a truck pulls up. Woman gets out, and asks me if I had been riding in the area. I tell her “yes”, figuring that if I somehow offended her, well, I don’t care, I ‘m a step away from being armed.
She tells me that her husband has just called, and he had lost something on his motorcycle ride down this road on his way to work. I ask, “what ? “ Sheepishly, she tells me that hubby had lost a pistol and describes it. “Oh,” I reply, “you mean this one?” and point to it.
She thanks me, picks it up, a drives her pajama clad self off down the road.