SHE WAS NEEDING a ride home after a doctor visit, so I was sitting outside in the car, waiting. The weather was pleasant with the windows down. A book was on my lap, but I wasn’t reading — I was watching.
Usually, I carry a handgun but forgot this time. If someone were to rush the car, try to open the door and pull me out, what would I do..?
Hm.
I checked around and came up with a slender, metal, teaspoon, about eight inches long. The rounded spoon-end fit nicely in the palm, but what would I do with the handle-end..? Hm…
Oh..! Go for the eyes, of course..!
I had to think about that for a while.
Could I do it..? It probably depends. How badly do I really want to defend myself..?
It would ultimately depend on whose eyes we’re talking about.
Thwarticus 