I have seen several alternatives posted here to guns for protection. A taser being one of them. I thought I would share this with everyone. This was sent to me by a friend, but I do not know who the actual person was, and he is not fessing up
A BIT OF A READ (long), BUT HYSTERICAL!
First Day of
Retirement
My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be
something akin to "Well, I have out done myself once again." No doubt
you will see this true story chronicled in a
Lifetime
movie in the near future. Here goes....
On my first day of
retirement, I bought something at the Police
Supply Shop that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my
"fancy" is easily tickled). I
bought something really cool for my wife. The
occasion is my retirement and I was looking for a little something
extra for my lovely bride.
What I came across was a 100,000-volt,
pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are
not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun
with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a
shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to
safety.
The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse
affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate
time to retreat to
safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250
lb. tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a
slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If
you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly
missing out -- way too cool! I've seen several demonstrations for
cops, but I found this handheld one for civilians.
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded
two AAA
batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I
was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no
stinkin' directions), I found much to my
chagrin that this particular model would
not create an
arc between the prongs. How
disappointing! I do love fire for effect . I learned that if I pushed
the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd
get the blue
arc of electricity darting back and forth between the
prongs that I was so looking forward to.
I did it. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arc of electricity, and a loud
pop!!! Yipeeeeee... I'm easily amused, just for your information, but
I have yet to explain to her what that burn spot is on the face of
her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that
it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A
batteries, etc., etc.
There I sat in my recliner, her cat looking on
intently (trusting little soul), reading the
directions (that would be me, not the cat) and
thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and
blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping the cat for a
fraction of second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet
kitty after all.
But, if I was going to give this thing to my
wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance
that it would
work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think
that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time.
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts with my reading glasses perched
delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one
hand, Tazer in the other. The directions said that a one-second burst
would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was
supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a
three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the
ground like a
fish out of
water.
All the while I'm looking at this little device
(measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in
circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy
AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!"
Friggin' way - trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself. What
happened next is almost beyond
description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have
got a pretty good idea of what followed.
I'm sitting there alone, the cat looking on with her
head cocked to
one side as to say, "don't do it Buddy," reasoning that a one-second
burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad
(sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't
you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the
###### of it.
(Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight-- always
twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the
fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)
I touched the prongs to my ***** thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY
**** DAaaaaMN!!! I 'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through
the front door, picked me up out of that recliner then body slammed
me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely
recall waking up on
my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to
be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the
oddest position. The cat was standing over me making sounds I had
never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to
herself, "do it again, do it again!"
(Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one
note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when
you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it
is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the
floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't lodge
one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly)
SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as
time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what
little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading
glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get
there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still
twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my
bottom lip weighed 88 lbs., give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.
By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm
offering a reward.
They're round. Miss 'em...! sure would like to get 'em back.
I wonder what retirement day two will bring?