I was standing in line decked out in a black t-shirt, black Under Armour capris, hair up, with my tennis shoes double knotted. I was ready. Adrenaline pumping. My husband, standing behind me, was giving us a pep talk. We got this.
It was time. The door opened and we all ran in. We spread out, strategically surrounding our competition while we guarded our base. I moved around in stealth mode, quiet but quick. My arms raised firmly, ready for an attack.
I saw my chance. Their base was open, unguarded. I ran. Turned the corner. Then bam!
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” I said.
He was down on the floor a bit shaken up. I know he was not on my side but I had just harpooned this dude with my gun. In my defense I didn’t mean to harpoon him. I blame it on that fight or flight instinct. Well, my instinct is apparently to fight.
No problem, except he was probably 9, maybe 10 years old. I don’t really know. I’m really bad with guessing a kid’s age.
I held out my hand to help him up.
“Are you ok?” I asked looking around.
“Yea, I’m alright,” he said as he looked up at me and then quickly ran away to get back in the game.
It was Saturday night and me and four of my friends were taking on an entire late elementary/early middle school aged birthday party at the local laser tag joint. We were the only adults playing, which we are basically used to at this point.
It’s the same story every time. My friends and I are teamed up against a group of kids while their parents sit in the lobby waiting. Bored out of their minds.
We have gotten some under-the-breath remarks from parents about how we shouldn’t be playing. How we should let their kids win. But, well, no.
One time the parents DID come in after we destroyed their kids in the first game. We ended up playing four games in a row. We ran around in the smelly, germ infested area for hours shooting lasers at plastic vest lights. It was glorious.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.