About two months ago a ham friend approached me asking me to buy two $10- chances to win a Glock 27 in 40 S&W. It was to raise money for the Broome County, New York Sheriffs department. They were trying to raise money for old deputy sheriffs, or for old ladies that wear the NY state flag undies, or what ever. I did it because he was a friend and I NEVER thought I would win the handgun.
Last Thursday MrsMac and I were hanging a mirror in our new head (Bathroom for you Hillary supporters) and in mid hold my wife ran off to answer the phone but before she got there the answering machine had clicked on. Rather than upset that function she came back and said, "I think it was a guy called Sheriff Harder from Broome County. What have you done now?" I told her I haven't the foggiest and to mark the damn wall where she wanted the mirror hung as my arms were getting tired.
Anyway, later that night I was sitting in my recliner sipping a nice chardonnay when I noticed the answering machine light blinking. I asked Iain one of our cats to push the answering machine button but as usual he just ignored me. Got up and pressed the play button and there was two messages.
1) Yup a call from a Sheriff David Harder from Broome County wanting me to call him. No reason, just call him.
the second was,
2) The message was from the guy I had bought the ticket for the Glock 27 raffle from. He was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning opening packages. He told me in an excited voice to call the Sheriff as I had won the aforementioned Glock.
I did called him and Sheriff Harder told me that I had won and it was up to me to figure out how it gets transferred from his office in NY to PA. Nice conversation all in all.
Well my friend who sold me the raffle ticket has a FFL so once I contacted him he picked it up from the Sheriff and took it to a FFL in PA. $35- later I am now the owner of a Glock 27, in 40 S&W.
Now what the hell am I going to do with a handgun the size of a pack of cigarettes in a rather aggressive caliber?
It is cute though.