I Have A Wrench

Ok, so, one thing you might not know about me is: I am very protective. Secretly. But I am sharing this secret with you today, because I have a story. :)

So, my mom took me to work last night. And it was late. And it was dark. And there were shifty people around.
So, we are loading stuff into a truck out back. And, what do I do?
Well, I start looking for some kind of weapon. My preferable choice would have been a box cutter, but, finding none handy, I stuck a wrench in my back pocket.

Imagine my surprise when I actually got to use it.

Ok, so, I wasn't scared, that was not the reason for sticking a wrench in my pocket. I stuck it in my pocket to protect my mom in case of an emergency. Yeah. And...I have always wanted to hit someone over the head with one.

Now, before you assume I DID hit someone over the head with it...don't. Because I didn't get to. But, as we were loading, the back store door swung shut behind us.
And it doesn't have a handle on the outside.
And my mom's keys were INside.
We were stuck.
That heavy, metal door is impossible to get open.
That is, unless you have a wrench in your back pocket.

I felt like a superhero. I pulled it out with a "whoosh!" and my mom said "oooh!!" And we pried open the door.

Nice, huh?
Yeah. Be safe, peeps. It's always handy to have a wrench in your back pocket.
Or maybe a set of spare keys.

But, whatever. That's it. :)
And don't think I'm violent or anything and that my dream is to hit people over the head. I just want my loved ones to be safe. :) AAAAWWWWW!!! *sniffle sniffle*

yeah.

You can count on me!!! *whoosh!*

-A