It's snow funny
Many years ago when I were but a young lad of the early teenage variety, my parents and a number of their friends hired a hostel somewhere in Wales for a fun winter weekend. We had been quite lucky with a decent covering of snow, so there were a few occasions on which we went out for snow-related activities such as building snowmen, throwing snowballs, etc. I have no idea what the adults did with the snow after sending their spawn to bed.

Another large house nearby had been rented out in a similar fashion, so there were two large groups of kids running around in the snow, and the snowball fights got even more energetic. To combat the high snow density of the surrounding environment I suited up in thick winter clothing and stepped into the storm. To my delight my jacket, trousers and boots were utterly impenetrable, and I became a tank in the midst of a swarm of mosquitoes.

That is, until one of the kids from the other house realised my weakness was a lack of mobility, so he grabbed a handful of snow, ran up to me and shoved it in my face. This did not sit well with me and the red mist descended. I grabbed the little turd, throwing him to the ground and punched him a couple of times before flouncing off. Of course, the ground was soft with snow and my weak punches only hit him on his well padded torso.

A few minutes later the turd came to our house with a gaggle of apoplectic parents who were demanding an apology. After discussing the situation with the adults of our group, I was brought out to say sorry, though afterwards I was told that everyone saw what happened and the turd deserved it. The rest of the holiday was pretty awesome, and I got some kudos from my peers for my Accord moment.
( clockworkrat has nice pants, Fri 27 Sep 2013, 13:31, 1 reply)

Comeuppance ftw

(Panzerfaust, Fri 27 Sep 2013, 15:55, closed)