My husband and I decided to get a ball for my son's birthday. So, I grabbed a ball for Gus (my son) and put it in our cart. Tim (my husband) objected, thinking that the ball was not "bouncy" enough. I reassured him and gave it a gentle bounce on the floor. Normal "bouncability" - no problems. I suppose he wanted to double check, so he slammed the ball onto the floor. It hit the ground and then launched upward and knocked out a ceiling tile. After a mild scene, we read the label: Hyper Charged Sky Ball, Bounces up to 75 feet. Duly noted. . . .
On a side note, I am not an idiot, however, there are moments in life that make you wonder how you could have survived for so long.
Picture this: When I was 23 years old and driving home from work on the highway. I pass a Target store sign. Wait. The Target sign is a bull's eye - a target. I physically felt the epiphany strike my brain. I called Tim, and shared my spectacular discovery, thinking that he had missed it as well. No such luck. I initially felt like Stephen Hawking, and then I felt like Gomer Pyle. Those are the things that upset me.
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I just have to add, I'm not 23 anymore - unfortunately. . . .
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