one way to scare folks

I'm running yesterday evening, and from a distance I spot this little old white haired lady walking toward me. She's about half my size and three times my age, wearing one of those neon yellow, traffic-stopping safety vests. My first thought is, how cute.

Then she gets closer, and I see that she's carrying something... a walking cane? What is that?

Oh. A giant axe. Of course.

I'm trying to follow her logic: I guess it's cheaper than having a big dog. You don't need a permit. Pepper spray, or a switchblade, might be a little easier to carry...

But as for the intimidation factor? The axe wins.

Ain't nobody on the west side gonna mess with granny when she's slinging one of these puppies.