Little old ladies have a thing for urban legends. The best little old lady legend of the past decade also helped to restore the balance of prejudice in South African urban legends, as it presented a double turning of the tables - an age-old plot device of urban legends.
One version of this story was sent to me with the introduction: "Here's a refreshing change: True story". And it goes something like this:
Recently, a friend of my mom's grandmother was out shopping in Hermanus. She is a slighly-built white woman of about 70 years old. When she returned to her car, there were six black men sitting in it. Being the kind of fiesty woman who packs a gun for emergencies, she whipped it out and yelled, "I know how to use it, and I'm quite prepared to. Get out!"
The men were terrified, and spilled out of the car as fast as they could, scattering in all directions.
The woman then got into the car, and tried to start it. At first she thought the excitement of the moment had confused her, as the key wouldn't fit in the ignition. Then she realised: Wrong car. Not hers. Oops.
Realising her little faux pas, she thought she had better report her mistake at the Police Station. Which she did. When she told the officer on duty the story, he almost fell down laughing. And when he could speak again, he pointed at the six terrified black men sitting at the other end of the room.
Six men who'd just reported being hijacked by an elderly white lady.
If you want a pedigree for that legend, look no further than the tales of the men or women (little and large, old and young) sitting down at a table in a crowded restaurant and snatching "their" biscuits, cookies or pieces of Kit Kat from the "rude" persons who have just sat down across the table and started helping themselves to the contents of the packet lying on the table without so much as asking. It turns out that the aggrieved person still has the cookies in a bag, and is the real villain of the piece.