No Guns Allowed on Premises

They should have had the above sign on the door of the corner grocery store where I bought food for the family so long ago.

Why (?) you may ask. Give a listen.

My little boy was presented with a gift from his doting Grandma one summer day, and decided to

take it along when we went to the corner grocery. The gift was a toy machine gun!

We entered the store and were greeting by one of the clerks, Mr. Bloomquist, who held up his

hands and said to my little boy, "Shoot me!"

So the kid shot him! Mr. Bloomquist got a face full of water! Mr. Bloomquist was not happy!

I still have this picture in my mind of Mr. Bloomquist taking up his long white apron and wiping the water from his face.

But he asked for it, didn't he?