Yup, people take Chekhov's gun too seriously. If you don't have the odd rifle lying around with the safety off, how is any little old lady in the final chapter going to have the brilliant idea of shooting the baker's boy's bicycle spokes from the tower window in the final chapter, when he forgets to drop off her wheatmeal loaf and two custard tarts?
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Date: 2014-07-23 11:04 am (UTC)