Nagymama’s Run-In With the Law – AGAIN!

lottery ticket free stock photoAfter Nagymama’s last run-in with the law, my mom was very hesitant to allow her to walk anywhere. But one beautiful spring day, Nagymama insisted that she needed to go buy a lottery ticket from the corner store because of the upcoming $4 million “Mega Jackpot.”

“I’m doing this for the good of the family,” Nagymama protested in Hungarian, “We will be so happy when we can buy a bi-level home. I’ll be right back.”

Nagymama left for her walk and locked the gate behind her. After about thirty minutes, we started to hear sirens from around the corner. My mom rummaged through our tin of random keys.

“Oh, no, I tink Nagymama took both gate keys.”

Just then, ambulance whizzed by. I immediately started climbing the fence.

“No, no, no!” my mother screamed, “You gonna fall and break your neck. I’ll go to dah garage and get sometink to cut the kapu!”

“Do you know how much it’s gonna cost to replace the fence after you massacre it? Besides, by the time you cut through, grandma will be halfway to Mexico or something. I’m tall! Lemme hop the damned thing!”

My mother finally allowed me to climb one of the shorter fences on the side of the yard, but I had to hoist her over first. She kicked and screamed the entire time, but eventually, we made it to the street. We jogged around the block only to see police cars, ambulance, and of course, Nagymama.

The police told us that on the way back from the store, some teenager ran after granny and tried to steal her purse. Instead of letting go, Nagymama held onto it, and continually smacking him with it. Out of sheer frustration and embarrassment, the hooligan finally just pushed her down and ran into the woods. I don’t blame him for running; my grandma can kick your ass.

Fortunately, an older gentleman saw the entire incident from his car. Not only was he kind enough to call the ambulance for grandma, but he identified the mugger as ONE OF HIS OWN EMPLOYEES at the local McDonald’s. Needless to say, the robber’s burger-flipping days were over.

They arrested the kid and throughout the I.D. process, Nagymama would not stop yelling about her purse. “You crazy gypsy! You smelly swine! You stole my winning lotto ticket!”

The cop nudged the robber. “Hey, where’d you toss the bag?”

“I dunno, I chucked it somewhere in the woods,” he muttered.

For the rest of the afternoon, everyone and their mother scoured the woods for that bag. Eventually, we found it; all this fuss was made over $2.30 worth of change, two keys, a comb, a used handkerchief, and a very water-logged lottery ticket.

This story probably would have been a lot better if that lotto ticket was a winner, but that’s okay. In the end, Nagymama is still a real winner.

Photo by Uffe Nielsen

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jim pDecember 17th, 2007 at 11:12 pm

what about scratchoffs? way more satisfying!

TamásDecember 18th, 2007 at 10:16 am

Oh she’ll win eventually because only old people can win the lottery. It’s like in their genetic code maybe!

[…] she was mugged by some teenage hoodlum, and she actually managed to beat him down with her handbag (read the story here)! Either she has really good genes, she is a freak of nature, or something she did over the last […]

MarcoJuly 23rd, 2010 at 7:51 am

Nagymama is gangsta!!!!!!!!

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