An elderly Florida lady did her shopping and, upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle. She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at the top of her lungs,
“I have a gun, and I know how to use it! Get out of the car!”
The four young men didn’t wait for a second warning—they bolted like track stars, scattering in every direction.
Shaking but proud, the lady gathered her groceries, put them in the back seat, and climbed into the car. She was still trembling as she tried to put the key into the ignition… but it wouldn’t fit. She tried again. Still nothing.
Confused, she looked around—and realized this wasn’t her car.
Her own vehicle, nearly identical, was parked four spaces away.
Mortified, she quickly moved her groceries, holstered her gun, and drove straight to the police station to confess her mistake. The desk sergeant listened to her story, laughed until tears rolled down his face, and then pointed to the other end of the counter—
Where four very pale young men were frantically reporting that a “crazy old lady” had just hijacked their car at gunpoint.
