On the one hand, I can see why. On the other, I can relate. I would probably not do any better if dragged into Indy's adventures.
Says the woman who can break down, clean, and reassemble some really bad-a$$ weapon that I can't remember. I don't think you would worrying about cracking a nail.
Um. More like the woman who had a few classes in high school on how to handle the AKM, and who remembers best the part about taking out the case with the little brushes out of the stock (? is that called stock in English?) because the first time I tried it my finger got stuck.
Although I will give myself a tiny bit of credit - I probably would not throw away a gun. Maybe.
I think there *is* a "stock" on a gun. Well, a long gun, rifle kind of gun, anyway.. says the woman who has never taken a class (classes?) on ANYTHING to do with guns. I can use a BB gun now, though. We use it to scare the Harris hawks off the cottonwood tree in the back yard, where they spend all day gazing down at our chickens and considering lunch.
And no, I suspect you would not throw away a gun. Those without swords can still die upon them... oh, yeah. I have been channeling Éowyn lately. She
would have ridden an elephant properly, yessireebob.
She met film director and future husband Steven Spielberg upon winning the female lead as Willie Scott, a spoiled and stubborn sexy American night-club singer. . . .
EATA: I'm not snickering at the idea that the actress is sexy, just that that's a way to get in a dig at someone that I hadn't seen before. Not nice, but clever.
Ah, I had missed that! It's almost Southern in its subtle barb.