"Sorry, I shot your child... grow up" Bashny.Net

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After a hard working day we went to the grocery store. Stopped at the produce Department, choose cucumbers. Came across a rather large instance, and then my mind childhood hit. Took this huge cucumber and began to dream, if instead of the vegetable I'm holding the gun. Walk around the store and quietly "shoot" unwary buyers.

Suddenly from the corner is shown the boy of years of ten and aiming at me sausage. Starts a serious "shootout". Minor depicts a the strong wound, falls straight on the floor and starts hysterically yelling, "Mom! Mom! I'm injured!" To the child in a hurry and excited parents shouting: "Andrew, honey, what happened?!". The boy emits a pained moans and points in my direction with his finger.

I'm totally confused and could only squeeze out:

— Sorry, I shot your child...cucumber.

Mother disdainfully looked at me and said:

Is an adult, and doing some stupid things!

But then the son comes and the dad quietly says:

— Have I taught this? First grenade to throw! The only way to prevent the enemy attack!

via factroom.ru