A lady called her sister in Atlanta to ask if it would be safe to come
to Atlanta to shop at a major shopping mall. Her sister assured her
she would be entirely safe.
The shopper came to the city, but 'just in case,' she brought her six-inch.38-calibre revolver with her in her handbag. She arrived
safely and shopped all day. Around dusk, she walked into the parking
lot, carrying her bags and packages. As she approached her car, she
noticed two men sitting in it. She carefully put her bags on the
ground, pointed a finger and shouted, "You men get out of my
car!" Nothing happened.
She again pointed her finger and shouted, "You men get out of
my car." Nothing happened. She then opened her pocketbook, took
out her .38-calibre revolver with the six-inch
barrel, pointed it at the men and shouted, "You men, I've told
you twice to get out of my car. Get out, and I mean right now!"
This time the doors flew open and the two men ran like jackrabbits.
The lady put her pistol in her purse, retrieved her packages,
placed them in the back seat of the car, and got behind the wheel. She
locked the doors and put her key in the ignition. It would not turn.
Suddenly, she realized that she was not in her car.
She looked around to see if anyone was watching, carefully opened
the door and walked to her car, which was parked about four spaces
away. Again, she loaded her packages, locked the door and began to
leave the parking lot.
As she was leaving, she noticed several security guards and honked
and waved to get their attention. She called out to them, "I need
to tell you nice men about something that happened to me."
One of the guards replied, "Lady, we don't have time to chat.
There's a little old lady with a pistol out in the parking lot
hijacking cars!"
She rolled up her window and drove home. Once safely at home, she
called her sister and reported what had happened. She ended by saying,
". . . and I don't want you to worry. I won't shop
there ever again!"