My grandma’s second husband was a farmer who lived pretty far out in the country. There was a guy that worked on his farm who just went by Plowboy. I have no idea what his actual name was, that was literally what everybody including his family called him.
Anyway, when I was a kid (probably 8ish), I overheard my grandma telling somebody that Plowboy’s brother had gone into the biggest nearby city to take care of something, and Plowboy had insisted on going with him for some reason but wouldn’t say why.
When they got there they split up, and apparently Plowboy had decided he wanted to go into the city to rob somebody. I don’t know why, but I guess maybe he figured it would be easier to get away with it there than in the little town where he lived? It really didn’t seem like he had given it much thought either.
He picked some random stranger, snuck up behind him, and stuck a glass coca cola bottle in his back like a gun and told him to give him his money.
The guy turned around and saw it was only a glass bottle, so he just took it from him and smashed it over his head then called the cops. I can’t hear about a bottle being smashed over somebody’s head without immediately remembering that story.
I think it just comes naturally for people to use things shaped like a club to hit people when they’re so inclined.
My grandma’s second husband was a farmer who lived pretty far out in the country. There was a guy that worked on his farm who just went by Plowboy. I have no idea what his actual name was, that was literally what everybody including his family called him.
Anyway, when I was a kid (probably 8ish), I overheard my grandma telling somebody that Plowboy’s brother had gone into the biggest nearby city to take care of something, and Plowboy had insisted on going with him for some reason but wouldn’t say why.
When they got there they split up, and apparently Plowboy had decided he wanted to go into the city to rob somebody. I don’t know why, but I guess maybe he figured it would be easier to get away with it there than in the little town where he lived? It really didn’t seem like he had given it much thought either.
He picked some random stranger, snuck up behind him, and stuck a glass coca cola bottle in his back like a gun and told him to give him his money.
The guy turned around and saw it was only a glass bottle, so he just took it from him and smashed it over his head then called the cops. I can’t hear about a bottle being smashed over somebody’s head without immediately remembering that story.
Plowboy clearly wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.