Fight
Back at primary school, we used to have pupils serving food in the dinner hall - that is, they'd go and collect it, and bring it to the table where there'd be space for 8 pupils.

Now, one day, me and my brother were lucky enough to be servers, and somehow ended up on the same table. Despite the fact that we were known for always having scraps with each other at school...

So, off we went to get our food for the group - Sausage, chips and mushy peas.

Now, being privelidged servers, me and my bro served ourselves first. So, he serves up mine. Except, I don't like mushy peas, and my mischevious little bro knowing this, he serves a great big dollop of it right on my plate.

Now, a normal person would have just passed this on to one of the other pupils. But not me. No.

I just launch the plate full on at our kid's head, taking his incorrect serving as a slight on my person, and thus distributing my dinner halfway across the dining hall.

He retaliates by lauching a couple of sausages at me, and then before long we've got a food fight on our hands.

Between the two of us.

With the group's food.

Who watch, hungrily and tearfully, as we cover ourselves in their dinner.

Accosted by the dinner ladies, we were marched up to the head who, in the middle of chortling heartily at the two walking messes in front of him, said that we were never allowed to eat at the same table, room or time again.

The severe slippering we got off my stepdad underlined the whole thing rather painfully.

I still don't like mushy peas.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 15:19, Reply)