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@ Lyn Alden
2025-01-29 03:25:25
Here's a story.
My father was a cop/detective for 30 years, from the 1950s into the 1980s. He was old enough to be my grandpa. I was born when he was 52.
He dies in the early 2010s. My older half-brother and I have to deal with his estate. His estate is a messy trailer with random stuff, a 1970s' snub-nose revolver, and a ton of hollow points. Since I'm the only one that grew up with him, I know where all of it is. His gun, his bullets. My brother is like, "all that is illegal" and I'm like, "yeah, but here's where it is".
So we collect his gun that is so old to be illegal, and his illegal hollow points, and bring it to a police station. We're like, "this is our father's, what do we do?"
The police officer was super cold at first. Asks us a ton of questions, sticks us in a room. And we're there for like 20 minutes.
And then the police officer comes back after running everything to make sure it's not wanted, acts like an excited schoolboy, and is like, "Omfg this thing is awesome! It's a snub-nose from the fucking 1970s. A classic! If you give it to us we have to destroy it. Which is horrible because all of us literally want it. It's so fucking cool. Are you sure you don't want it? We'd love you to have it so we don't have to destroy it."
But both my brother and I were in different states, and without licenses at the time (unlike now), so we were like, "nah, sorry."
So that's how my father's revolver went out. Being fanboyed over by cops decades later. It felt right.