A police officer pulls over a little old lady for a minor traffic violation and asks for her license and registration.
As she opens her wallet, the officer notices the handle of a gun in her purse.
"Ma'am," he asks warily, "Is that a gun?"
"Yes, Officer," she replies sweetly. "It's a .
38 Smith & Wesson revolver."
"Okay," the officer says, taking a step back. "Please place that purse on the passenger seat and don't make any sudden moves. Do you have any other weapons I should know about?"
"Well," she says, "There is a Colt 1911 automatic in the glove compartment."
"Okay," the officer says, now visibly nervous. "Let's just stay away from that side of the car. Anything else?"
"I do have a .22 Derringer in my bra," she admits. "But it's just a little peashooter. Wouldn't hurt a fly."
The officer sighs, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Ma'am, do you have any other weapons?"
"Just a Mossberg 12-gauge pump action and an AK-47 in the trunk," she says matter-of-factly.
The officer stares at her in disbelief. He pauses for a long moment, trying to process the arsenal this sweet old lady is carrying.
"Ma'am," he finally asks, "You have a revolver, a pistol, a derringer, a shotgun, and an assault rifle. What are you so afraid of?"
The old lady looks him dead in the eye.
"Not a goddamn thing."