Argument Between Grandmas Ends In Shootout At Texas Walmart
That was a headline in the Huffington Post this afternoon.
It could have been shortened to Shootout, Texas, Walmart – three words – and everyone would have understood.
But Grandmas?
Ah yes, these days when you think a thing could not possibly be true, a headline will soon prove you wrong. No fake news here. Two raging grannies got right at it in a Walmart parking lot in the Lone Star State.
A child custody swap between the two grandmothers led to the shootout in Dallas that left one woman wounded, authorities said. The two women met to transfer custody of their mutual grandchild around 5:30 p.m. Sunday. An ensuing argument turned violent, Dallas police said.
One granny, 53, allegedly pulled out a gun and shot another grandma, 55, in her neck, leaving her with injuries that were not life-threatening, police said in a statement. An off-duty officer responded to the scene. The rootin’ tootin’ granny who fired a bullet into her counterpart’s neck allegedly shot at the officer, and he returned fire.
No one was harmed during that exchange, police said.
Maybe no more bullets entered anyone else’s body but I would argue there was one other person who might have been harmed during that exchange and that person would be the grandchild. Imagine that poor kid watching his or her grandmothers in a fight so violent that one granny shot the other and then shot at a cop. And if the fight began over a dispute about the grandchild, there’s a pile more weight that kid has to bear.
The worst thing the grannies in my small town in Canada do in the Walmart parking lot is take your parking space when you finally find one. Or they will lose control of their shopping cart and it will roll into the side of your car. But this is Canada so, of course, you feel guilty that you parked in the path of the runaway shopping cart and get out of your car to check to see if the granny in question is okay.
However, we are not all popsicles and angel food cake. I have met “related” grannies that were not too fussy on each other.
But home on the range in Canada, the worst you might hear now and then, though seldom, is a discouraging word.
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
©2016 Jim Hagarty
