So last night I was watching a movie on the ‘pooter that I’ve seen six times before. And I was a little bored, just sort of mentally coasting and waiting for the good part.
And I drew my pistol, opened the cylinder, poured the ammo out in my hand and put the cartridges in my desk drawer. Then I practiced dry-firing for a while. The movie got good and I put the pistol down on the desk.
An hour or two later I re-holstered, turned everything off and went to bed. You know where this is going.
Spent the morning running around doing some outside chores. Went shit-shoveling. Picked up Ghost at S&L’s where he has spent most of the week (and it’s going to be a problem keeping him away from there for the rest of the week.) Came home to make lunch.
The light suddenly – finally – dawned.
I drew the pistol. “Did I really do that?” Looked at the rear of the cylinder. “I really did.”
When other people get caught doing stupid things like walking around with an unintentionally unloaded pistol, I must take care not to laugh too loud or too unselfconsciously. I know for whom that bell tolls.