So last night I was trying to talk to my mom on the phone right before I went to bed, and I went outside to sit on the front steps because it was quieter outside. It was great until everyone in the apartment right across from ours came spilling out carrying marshmallow blow guns. Ok great whatever. It got noisy so I walked out to the street and sat on the grass in front of our complex to continue my conversation. About 5 minutes later, I feel something hit me in the back of the head. I turn around and there are two guys standing maybe 10 feet behind me giggling like schoolgirls over their blowguns.
Ok, maybe if I hadn't been distracted and busy doing something else, I would have been amused. I ALSO might have been amused if I was about 15 yeas younger than I am. But I wasn't and I'm not.
So I turned around and peevishly asked them to stop. I did say please. Then they just looked sheepish and left. And I finished my conversation in peace.
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