re: #106 Aceofwhat?

bolded the buried nugget in the story…

Drunken misidentification. Thought a lady was one person, turned out, she was another.

“Get the f*ck back!” she said, whipping out her tazer.

“Whoa! Hey! I thought you were somebody else!”

And then she started sparking the damned thing and advancing on me. (Which, by the way, is the thing to do to convey how serious you are about it.)

I could tell this lady was one of those folk who was eager to test the damned thing out already, and so, with a tip of my hat, I bade her a good evening and sprinted across traffic to the other side of the street.