You didn't see it on CNN, I know, but our local paper headlined a great story recently.  It seems a would-be robber walked into a convenience story in the sleepy little town not far from where I live, pulled a pistol on the clerk and demanded the money from the cash register.  The clerk, being a Southern lady to the core--which is to say, familiar from birth with the firearms used by all her male relatives for hunting and family protection--took a good look at the weapon.  Then she reached out and snatched it from the crook's hand and told him to get out of her store.  He was last seen high-tailing it out of town with the police on his trail.  The pistol was a toy, you see, and the lady clerk recognized it on sight.  Don't you love it when these things have a happy ending?