When I still lived with my parents we used to celebrate chrismats with my grandmother. One year on the 24th, I guess my grandma was 86 years, I was dressed with sweatpants and a hoodie and due to an knee injury had to were some protection along my right leg. While I was limping around in our garden (it was already dark outside) my grandma came “rushing” out with my grandads old WWII weapon trying to scare me off of her property. She thought I was some kind of intruder or burglar. After revealing my face she recognized me. Luckily the gun wasn´t loaded or able to shoot at all anymore.
Leider wahr. aber bei essen haben wir herzlichst gelacht.