So, my grandmother just came into town today. My sister and her husband and I met my mother at the airport to pick her up, but she was too tired to run around with us (she's 86) so she asked my mother if they could just go home.
My brother is a giant. He's 6'4 and 235 lbs of muscle. He has been a personal trainer, a competitive fighter, and is now a bounty hunter, as well as partial owner of the bail bonds buisness. His other partner also does bounty hunting, and is even bigger than him. There is one more huge guy they have hired to sit outside of peoples houses to enforce fugative recovery.
So, my mom, and grandma are driving and see a group of "boys" rough -housing, and a group of people surrounding them. My mom sees my brothers face, and notices he's sitting on some guy, with his knee in his back. She gets out of the car, on the other side of a not very wide at all street, and he sees her, and gives her a bad look and tells her "get back in your car" and she tells him "don't you want to see your grandma?", grandma gets out, and reaches into her bag.... "you boys want sandwiches?", pulls out bag of food. Why do grandmas always carry so much food in big plastic bags in their purses?
Then my mom gets a funny feeling and gets back in the car and drives away. My brother later called and told her that was his worst nightmare, and the guy he had on the ground was a fugitive that skipped out on a $17,000 bond, and he had a gun.
I'm glad nothing bad happened, and I realize it was a dangerous situation, but can you imagine what was going through this guys mind while he's laying on the ground with my giant brother on top of him, and my tiny, old, thick jewish accented grandma offering sandwiches from her big plastic bag in her purse? When my cousin and aunt got here, we were nearly rolling on the floor laughing.



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