concealed weapon, or, "don't mug middle-aged ladies cuz you never know..."

auntie trish left our apartment late tonight, amongst crowds of unruly Blazers fans. just a guess, but the fans were probably pissed b/c the blazers probably lost. it had already been dark for hours, and she had quite a walk (with these less-than-desirable companions) to get to her car. but she made it safely.

now, i don't actually KNOW that she made it, but i'm venturing a[nother] guess. because the last thing she did before leaving our apartment was to put a knife with a 5" blade into her purse.

it's a long story, involving extended family and a cider-pressing party, but basically she was taking home her own kitchen knife that mistakenly ended up in my drawer weeks ago. makes a good story, though...