I was arrested yesterday… twice.
It was a lovely, sunny afternoon when I arrived home from work, so I decided to do a little lawn maintenance – raking and the like. Daydreaming as I toiled, I suddenly hear, “You’re surrounded! Put your hands up or I’m going to shoot!”
I turn around to see what appears to be a five or six year old boy pointing a plastic machine gun at me. Realizing he is from across the street and obviously playing, I chuckled. This apparently made him even more adamant, as he insisted that if I did not do as I was told, he would certainly shoot me. I raised both hands in the air and was promptly rewarded with the sound of gun fire. Apparently satisfied that he had been given the opportunity to shoot someone, he meandered back across the street and I returned to my labor, somewhat amused.
Thirty minutes later, he’s back for another round of intimidation. After insisting that I place both hands in the air again (one didn’t satisfy him), he came up behind me, stuck the gun to my back and proceeded to fire repeatedly. When I jokingly accused him of being mean, he screamed, “Don’t backtalk me or I’ll shoot you again!”
Kids are cute, but kind of scary. I guess I’ll have to wear a bulletproof vest the next time I tackle the yard, or maybe just keep a garden hose handy.