Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

The car window was busted (but they could easily replace it) and the thieves had hotwired the car. Tom plugged the hole in the tube to keep paint from leaking out further and creating a trail and Dad, using his keys, turned on the car and followed Tom and Sam home.

Well, apparently the thieves must’ve heard them leaving because the next thing Dad, Tom, and Sam knew… they were being chased by someone. Since there were no speed traps, Dad and Sam had the pedal to the metal, praying that they would not T-Bone someone while running red lights and stop signs and making hairpin turns that almost flipped them over.

As I said, this town was the 70’s version of the Wild West.

By some miracle, all three got back to my Grandparent’s house without hurting anyone else or themselves, the thieves still hot on their heels. Dad and Sam both honked their horns to alert Grandpa as the thieves pulled up.

Well, the two thieves got out of their car and Dad felt his heart race as he saw that at least one of them had a baseball bat and a knife.

And here comes Grandpa… holding his sawed-off firearm at the ready.

Here’s an important thing to note about Grandpa; he was 6 and a half feet tall, 300 lbs of (mostly) muscle, and has never raised his voice to anyone, especially when he was angry.

Now, Grandpa was a big cuddly teddy bear type to us grandkids growing up… but upon your first meeting him, you might not think he was a sweetheart.

The car thieves stopped menacing Dad, Tom, and Sam and stared at Grandpa. Their eyes were as big as saucers and their mouths agape.