Power mad & slightly Preposterous

9.10.05

Jender Bender

If, for some reason, you'd gotten the impression that I always feel on top. I'd like to correct that image now.

Today we helped a sweet little old lady move. While packing a lifetime's worth of cloth and gift paper (I don't know why) into her car, two little seven year old boys run up to Andreas and I shouting: "It's not your car! We're arresting You!". Shortly afterwards, they start kicking Andreas, shouting how many points they'd earned. 50 for the shin, 100 for the buttocks, 1000 for the balls. Suffice to say, they scored a couple of thousand.

It was really hilarious until they ran up to me and stole the mat I was trying to pack into the car.

"Kick that one too" one shouts.

"HAHAHA, no don't!" I say. "I'm dangerous. Don't want to mess with me!"

A little fist socks me in the gut. The second guy kicked me in the butt. This, of course, didn't hurt as bad as what came next.

"Wow!" the puncher, non-kicker shreiks: "You got 200 points! NOW KICK HIM IN THE BALLS!!!"

Except they weren't referring to Andreas.

Back in Stockholm, loving the welcome party.