Monday, March 14, 2011

STEVIEB GETS BALLED

Last week I went for a run in the park. As I ran, I passed a gentlemen playing fetch with his retriever. We smiled and nodded and I continued down the path. Within seconds I felt a dull thud on the back of my head. Not hard enough to hurt, but slobbery enough to splatter the back of my head with slime. Stopping on the trail I looked down to find a tennis ball rolling into the grass. A retriever quickly gobbled it up. After apologizing the dog’s owner admitted to throwing the ball to get the dog to bring me the tennis ball. Apparently this was a way he met guys. Although he seemed crestfallen when I asked if hitting guys with spit covered tennis balls had worked in the past. After laughing about he's balls hitting me in the head and chatting he seemed nice, other then the whole physical assault thing. I’ve since stopped to chat several times since.

What I learned from this is that you have to risk making a fool of yourself to break down a wall and meet new people.

6 comments:

Dale W. said...

There are a lot of comments I'd like to put here, but none are even remotely clean. I'll settle for noting how true the last sentence is, therefore.

Pac said...

I guess you're just lucky the guy's a dog owner. Can you imagine what a horseshoe off the back of the head would feel like?

Sean said...

Sounds like you were teabagged in the park.

Greg said...

And what if it had been a pet monkey? I'd hate to see what would be flying then.

Wonder Man said...

I agree with Sean

Underground Dude said...

I pretty much make a fool ut of myself in just about every social situation. I cow t on people finding it endearing.