So far I took no big and uncalculated risks. My calculations sometimes proved to be false and inaccurate, but still, before the action, that had been unknown to me, so no big risk has ever been taken knowingly by me.

I ran away from my parent's house at twelve, and they picked me up at the cop station.

Today, 45 years later, I just bicycled over to a cop car in a small town in Ontario, asked him for directions, and then said, i could do this in the station, but could he help me out? He said, what? I said, there is a pellet gun in my knapsack, I was going to take it into the station, but if he took it then and there, he would save me the trouble.

He said fine, but what kind of gun is it? I said, a pellet gun. He said, does it shoot, or is it a replica? I said, it shoots, but not bullets; it's a pellet gun I'd bought twenty years ago. He said, why do I carry it, and I said, it's been tucked away in the bottom of a drawer, and I had enough of it. It's in the bag. He said, don't touch it, he would take it out, coz cops don't like to see men handling guns out of their bags just in front of them there. I said, fine, here, and I squatted in front of his window, whith my back to him, and said, help yourself, please, and he did, but he was so effing nervous, that he spilled the entire contents of the bag on the ground. Today was pissing rain. He called for back-up, which came in twenty seconds. They asked me to put my hands on the cop car and they frisked me. That was the second time today I got frisked, because at this time I was returning home from a physical check-up. (My sugar is high, and my vitamin D is very low.) The second cup was saying, sorry, we have to do this, coz he got a wife and two kids at home, and they want to see him come home. Then, he said, when we're finished, we can go back to normal conversation. I was giggling the whole time, because I thought of the cop shows how this happens, and I am ticklish anyway.

Just before the frisking they asked how many other guns I have, I said, none. They said, fine. Please tell us, they said, if you have any weapons on you now. I said, I have nothing like that, they said, what about a pocket knife, I said, yeah, I have one. They fished it out of my pocket, and they literally rummaged around inside my pockets with their hands. They did not recognize the pocket knife at first, I said, it's part of my keychain. The more wussy one of the two got it out, and still was unable to tell the knife from the flashlight. He pressed a button, the light lit up. He pressed another button, after he had asked me if that'd be okay, and the box whined. I told them that that's 100 decibels. I said, I bought it at a dollar store, which said the contraption gives out 100 decibels, and the cops looked at each other, and asked one from the other, is that 100 dB? I said, no, that's .04 dB. The advertisement on the packaging did not live up to its promise. Finally they located the knife. It's an inch-and-a-half long jack-knife, with an inch-and-a-quarter dull blade. I use it generally to tighten screws on the bike, or to cut the Scotch tape that I use to fasten the stuff I buy to the rack to take home with.

They were thawing out by now. They asked me if I had ever been in trouble with the law, I said, no, I don't have a record and never been charged. They checked me on the computer, they said the stuff on me was short, and they told me they had to check because they had to see by law if I had been prohibited to carry a weapon. No, they said, and I laughed, I would have been very surprised if they did, coz if there was such an order, I should know, shouldn't I? They said, yes, you'd know.

So then we were getting wet, they were not wearing their hats, and the wussier of the two complained about getting soaked, so let's go, he said, but the more veteran one looked at my bike, and they asked me if the steering bar had been broken in two, and I said, no, it's a wooden bar I built to reduce the shaking, as I have a bad case of arthritis in my thumbs. I said, it helps. They complimented me on it, and I said, you ain't seen nothing yet. For instance, I said, I have a screen facing me in bed, right above my head, and I watch movies or play the computer, and then lull into sleep, who cares. They asked, What? I said, it's a led screan, it's flat and light. They said, you have your own place, I said no, I rent, they said, what the landlord said about the hooks in the ceiling, I said, no, no, I put two self-supporting posts on the two sides of my bed, and a cross bar, and the screen hangs off the crossbar. I can adjust the height and the angle of the srcreen. This time the veteran had enough of this, too, and in another five minutes we all left the place.

These two guys were extremely nice, apologetic about the procedure from beginning to end.

Was I taking a risk? No, I don't think so. The braver one told me that if I had takent he gun to the cop shop and told the receptionist, "I have a gun," then I would have been in real trouble. He said the guys are really jumpy in there.

So was my original plan a risky proposition? To return a pellet gun, which is an air gun, that uses carbon dioxide tanklets to shoot the pellets, to a cop station, because I did not want to break the law? It was actually a VERY risky proposition, and I went into it bravely, coz I had not been aware of the risks.

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On the other hand, I never got married because I AM, very painfully, aware of the risks involved in that.

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Ruth, don't listen to the naysayers. Your makeover did wonders for you. I've always liked ruby-red lipstick, a colour so powerful and alive that it smacks me right in the clapper before she opens her lips even.

My makeover

Since having kids, I dont find myself taking too many risks. . .other than meeting someone for a date, hahaha. No seriously the scariest thing I have done lately was ride a crazy roller coaster....NOT TOO BAD.

I Do hope to go hot air ballooning at some point when i can find someone willing to go with me. WHIMPS

It has been so long since I have taken a risk I can't even remember what it was............ Dammit my life is boring the older I get it seems.....well unless ya call it a risk meeting those online....

She will be missed.

I would go with you simonedemidova.. I love hot air balloons!! My motto is "Go fast and fly high!!" I parasail and hang glide but they won't let me skydive because I have metal in my lower back! And I ride a Harley!!
I have always been a risk taker.. My dad was a stunt man with his own show, a pilot, paratrooper and raced cars and motorcycles.. He jumped a motorcycle over buses way before Evil Kenevil.. I definately have his blood ...

Has anyone here ever been on the ride at the top of the stratosphere in las vegas, that seems risky, chit your pants risky, LOL.

That was quite a story. And, I'm sure most of it was true. Thanks for your kind lies about my makeover.

I pay good money for a makeover and he compares me to a clown.

And, ManO has disappeared completely. Think I will go sit in a corner and cry.

It has been so long since I have taken a risk I can't even remember what it was............ Dammit my life is boring the older I get it seems.....well unless ya call it a risk meeting those online....

Has anyone here ever been on the ride at the top of the stratosphere in las vegas, that seems risky, chit your pants risky, LOL.

i can recall a certain someone taking a risk by allowing another certain someone to visit for a night or two...

yes...pants remained un-soiled!