因为在神没有一件事是不可能的

My job has taken me places that I would have never gone before. For instance a couple weeks ago I came home smelling like marijuana because the last few neighborhoods were flooded with it. I swear everyone on the block was lighting something up. Although the most impressive thing that has happened to me at work to date is almost getting shot by an old lady. Yes, an old lady almost shot me. Here's how it all went down.

I am driving down this tiny, muddy, green road in Corrales. (For some that should say enough because if you are not as ignorant as I was you know that people in Corrales don't like outsiders, and they are very protective of their property.) I get to the end of the road, someone's building a house at the end, and turn around to come back. Just when I am going to pass the only other house on the road I see an old lady with a rifle in her right hand waving me down with her left. She's wearing a blue sun dress and her hair is brown with streaks of grey in it. She looks about sixty years old, or maybe fifty if she just had a hard life which seems possible when one takes into account that she is holding a rifle in her right hand.

"I almost shot you" are the first words that come from her mouth. A little taken-aback I responded with something like, "Oh, well I'm glad you didn't." We proceed to have a simply delightful conversation for the next 10 minutes in which I find out why she would shoot me. Apparently the takes care of several people with Alzheimer's who are easily freaked out and generally paranoid. Also with the construction going on down the road there have been more people around. And more people usually bring trouble. She wouldn't specify, but there had already been a couple incidents with construction workers. And thirdly, if anyone goes back there she is supposed to get a phone call about it before hand. This way she doesn't shoot whoever it is. Lucky for me she didn't think a little red golf was very threatening so "I held off until I could talk to you" is what she said.

If for some strange reason I was possessed to go back I know she would welcome me. We got on really well. She really was a splendid old lady. We talked about traveling, old people, my freaky job, her freaky job, other crazy people in Corrales (along with a couple streets to avoid), and there were apologies issued on both sides. I was sorry to disturb her and she was sorry that she almost shot me. I'm sure glad she didn't but I can't help wonder what would have happened if she did. C'mon, wouldn't it be awesome to get shot by an old lady... and live to tell the tale that is.