That dame’s got moxie!
Every now and then I something in the newspaper that strikes me just the right way. A few years back, it was the entertainingly written story of a local man who had saved someone else from a fire. He was a one-legged man living in a trailer park, watching Maury and drinking a beer at 10 in the morning, when he heard shouts. He strapped on his leg and ran to the rescue. Something about the way the story was written about this jobless, legless, buzzed trailer-park guy caught me in the funny bone, and I laughed as I read it, even while I felt a great affection for this guy.
So this week comes the story of Miss America 1944, who lives in a farm in Kentucky. She saw her dog go into a building where thieves had previously stolen some of her farm equipment. She went to investigate. And here, I must quote from the AP article.
Ramey said the man told her he would leave. “I said, ‘Oh, no you won’t,’ and I shot their tires so they couldn’t leave,” Ramey said.
She had to balance on her walker as she pulld out a snub-nosed .38-caliber handgun.
“I didn’t even think twice. I just went and di it,” she said. “If they’d even dared come close to me, they’d be 6 feet under by now.”
Then she flagged down a motorist to call 911. I can just picture the look on the thief’s face as this little old lady went all Dirty Harry on him. I imagine it was unexpected, to say the least. To quote Ms. Ramey in the Kentucky Enquirer, “He was probably wetting his pants.”
Favorite line of the story is the last one.
“I’m trying to live a quiet, peaceful life and stay out of trouble, and all it is, is one thing after another,” she said.
Like this kind of thing happens to her all the time, and it’s starting to get annoying. Go, feisty lady!