Quarter Life Evolutionary Moment #313: Back in the third grade I was playing with one of those balls. You know the kind that make the great boing noise. It must have been Kick Ball or King's Court, which I personally rocked at. The ball went flying for some reason I don't recall right now, and hit a seventh grade girl. Apparently she was very fond of her nails and had broken one in her efforts to block the ball. To convey her extreme distaste with the situation she pushed me to ground an called me some name.



What did I do? Nothing I was a lowly third grade and she was an all powerful seventh grader. What should I have done? Picked up the ball and hurled it with all my might until everyone of those nails were broken and she looked the like the trailer park trash she was. After all she was already sporting heavy blue hooker eye shadow.