Sometimes, I have the weirdest dreams. And today, I'm just gonna have to share. Maybe draw it too.

Walking down the sidewalk, I drop my iPod and it breaks in half. Frustrated, but glad for the warranty and decide to stop by Best Buy. But first I need to get gas.

I pull into the gas station and fill up. Just as I'm about to get back in, a man walks up to me and points his pocket knife at me, telling me its a car jacking to get into the car. Do I listen? Nope. Death wish? Not exactly.

I look the stranger straight in the eye, "Dude, my grandpa's a retired cop and I'm meeting him here. He'll be here any minute and he will shoot you in the head. Do you really want that?"

The man stares at him in confusion and shock. "Are you serious?" Not showing the slightest fear, I smirk slightly, "No, I'm not." Which I'm not. I have to take my car for an oil change, and he was planning to meet me here so I wouldn't have to wait on it.  The man frowns slightly in confusion, and turns to try his idea with someone else.

I start hitting my car alarm repeatedly and shout, and several people head over, causing the man to run. I tell them he was a car jacker and everyone chases after him. We corner him and beat the living shit out of him while waiting on the cops to arrive. My grandpa calls to tell me he's running late and will meet me at Steak n Shake.

Meanwhile, the old gas station attendant manages to steal my car. As the cops are leaving, I tell them my car is gone and must be stolen. I then head down to get a shake to try to calm my nerves a bit.

Surprisingly, I see my car pull up as the old man comes to pick up his daughter and her boyfriend. I walk over and tell them it's my car, and hit the car alarm to prove it. The girl's boyfriend decks him and I get my car back. Police show up and arrest him and I take my car for the oil change and meet up with my grandpa. He asks if I want to go for a shake and I tell him everything. We go for steak instead while the dealership works on fixing the damage to my car.

My grandpa never does get to shoot anyone, but he sure as hell would have if he had shown up in time.

I tell my grandpa this morning. What does he say?

"Yeah, I would have. Don't bring a knife to a gun fight."