Politically speaking I am more of a Republican than anything. However, I'm not as Republican as some since I actually do care about the environment. And I'm not a huge NRA activist. In fact, while I understand the right to bear arms was a fundamental liberty once-upon-a-time, I am not so fond of guns or their accouterments. I don't care to see, touch or hear them.
So you might be able to imagine my surprise when my father-in-law brought an old circa 1965 US military ammunition box to my home for Sunday dinner. But, as is typical for George, the surprises did not stop there.
"Hey, Deb," he called out as he was leaving for the evening, "Can you give that ammo box to Steve at work on Monday."
I like my brother-in-law (aka my co-worker) Steve and am happy to facilitate family errands, so naturally I replied, "Of course."
"Your employer shouldn't mind too much, right," he stated more than asked.
"I don't think Security is going to stop me over an ammo box," I said, suddenly doubting it myself, "It's not like there is really ammunition in there."
George looked at me in silence.
"There isn't ammunition in that box. Is there?" I asked.
"Well sure, some," he admitted, and then turned around and walked out my front door.
I am not experienced in dealing arms. So the next day I called my brother-in-law at work from a phone in an empty conference room. I asked him to meet me at my car, because I had a very important package for him.
Is that how you deal in contraband? Hope so.
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