In the Spring of 1968, a girl in my brother's High School class, had problems with a stray dog trying to breed her pedigree dog. My brother took two 12 gauge hunting loads and removed the lead shot and replaced it with Rock salt. On Monday she walked up to him and slapped his face, then burst out crying, The dog she shot had died. When ask how far away she was when she shot the dog? 5 or 6 was the answer! 5 or 6 what? Feet was the answer. The gathering crowd burst into laughter.
That is how my brother had to get a date to the Junior Prom at the last minute. And that is how I got a sister-in-law two and a half years later! You might say, A totally different type of shotgun wedding!
I am so glad he married the smarter one!
Ivan