(No, this topic is NOT anatomical in nature.)
This morning, when I left my apartment building en route to work, I happened to notice a large green ball lying on the morning grass. I think the stores tend to call this type a "playball". Kids generally use this type of ball to play dodgeball or kickball with. Anyway (speaking of which), I was suddenly overcome with the urge to give this ball the biggest kick I could muster up. But... I was running late for work... the grass was covered in dew, which would've gotten my feet soaking wet... I didn't want some mother bitching at me for kicking her kid's ball (then WHY wasn't it put away, lady? Leave it in a common area, it becomes everyone's to use, right?)... and ten more reasons why I shouldn't.
So I didn't.
But now... looking back... well, let's just say that the next time, I will kick the HELL out of that green ball.
Friday, September 29, 2006
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