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As I'm leaving work my wife calls me: "Are you at the front door?"
Me: "No, I'm just leaving work."
Her: "Somebody's pounding on the front door, jiggling the handle. They went onto the porch and started pulling on the slider. I think they're trying to break in!"

I was about 7 miles away, during rush hour, on surface streets. I could picture my handgun upstairs, unloaded, and too big for her to operate. I got there fast.