Look at this lady, she just screams trouble doesn't she? More on her in a minute.
This morning I drive out to el dorado hills to attend alisha's bridal shower. It was at her aunt's stunning custom home, set along a gorgeous rolling hills landscape. The food was tasty and the guests were loverly (especially my sacto gals). It was sort of a picture perfect bridal shower. You know if you look past the part where the bride was an hour late because she got the time wrong. Hopefully that doesn't happen on day of!
Afterwards I stopped by morm's house. I was driving past her freeway stop and would have felt pretty guilty if I didn't. She was in good spirits and the conversation was really fun. I'm trying to get her to plan a trip with me, but she's even more noncommittal than I am. At some point we ended up hunting around the house for some purse she wanted to give me to give my sister. We ended up on an accidental matchbox car memory lane. That was soon followed by a different treasure box memory trip which led us to the one that caused the sheriff to arrive.
Well technically I caused the sheriff to arrive. I mean I called them.
You see amongst the teenage mutant ninja turtles and a bag of ties was a grenade. I should probably back up an mention that my dad was a military man and that I had, on more than one occasion, seen the grenade as a child. It was hidden, but I knew where it was. I recall being told it was emptied, but the problem was it looked real. And heavy. And with a pin in it. And morm started joking about pulling the pin.
Even though I was pretty sure my dad had said it was a surplus souvenir from his training days, I started going into panic mode. Especially once morm said she thought the one my dad had as souvenir looked different. I sort of didn't believe her, but now the seed of doubt had been firmly planted. And I had absolutely no intention of being that freak story you hear about on the news. So I called the sheriff and two squad cars and four officers came to hang out.
They had us evacuate the house and then took some photos to send to the bomb guy. Unsurprisingly, they couldn't tell by looking either. Oh and they told me something similar happened a few months ago and it turned out it wasn't a empty trainer like the guy thought. I had been wondering if i was overreacting (my dad who I talked to on the phone thought I was), but that fact solidified it. Especially once morm convinced herself that this wasn't the one she remembered my dad having.
After waiting in the sacto chill for an hour (thanks bugs but for the record my legs are not the all you can eat diner you believe them to be) the bomb guy finally he arrived. He was supposed to scope it out and whisk the grenade away in a bomb box. When he arrived he was wearing a tee shirt and jeans. I have to admit, I was disappointed that he didn't show up in a bomb suit. I think morm was too, but didn't want to fess up to it.
In the end it turned out to be totally safe, although they did say it had looked tampered with in a weird way. Mostly it was just a bit of wacky drama and a story to remember.
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