Originally Posted by lezinterracial

Once an old lady ran over my foot on one of those store scooters. I just looked at her. All I did was look at her, and she pulled a Glock 19.

It was like a dream. Everything got slow. I jumped to the next aisle. Crazy old lady was firing wildly into the shelves, hoping to hit me in the next aisle.

I made it to the opposite end of the aisle while pulling my Springfield XD in .45 ACP and flanked her. She didn't see me and was still firing into the shelves. I yelled "hey boomer". She turned and I gave her the Mozambique Drill. Two to the body, one to the head. She slumped over in the scooter and fell over. The scooter exploded.

I grabbed a phone on a pole and announced over the PA, "clean up, aisle 7". Winked at the hot lady cowering next to her cart.