Don't Mess With Grandma!

I got the following email from a friend who lives in the Washington DC area. I expect it is a forwarded story rather than a personal eye-witness account, but it's still worth sharing. (Please excuse the crass wording...)

On a recent trip into DC, I witnessed the following interaction between an elderly woman and an anti-war protestor at a Metro station:

There were protesters on the train platform handing out pamphlets on the evils of America. I politely declined to take one. An elderly woman was behind me getting off the escalator and a young (20-ish) female protester offered her a pamphlet, which she politely declined. The young protester put her hand on the old woman's shoulder as a gesture of friendship and in a very soft voice said, "Ma'am, don't you care about the children of Iraq?"

The old woman looked up at her and said, "Honey, my first husband died in France during World War II, my second husband died in Korea, one of my sons died in Vietnam, a Grandson died in Desert Storm, all so you could have the right to stand here and bad mouth our country. If you touch me again, I'll stick this umbrella up your ass and open it."

'Nuff said.