Me, circa 2001, in a hot tub with my cousins.
Not happy about being splashed in the face.
I was chatting with my SIL Debby the other day and for some reason I brought up the fact that I am a very honest person who cannot hide my feelings. If I am mad or annoyed, it is written all over my face. This is good and bad. Obviously, it's good because it shows I'm a genuine person. I am not fake. What you see is what you get. But it's bad because, well, sometimes it is good to just suck things up and put on a happy face.
We started laughing about an incident last summer that happened at Knobels Grove. Me, Paul, my brother Tyler and Debby all rode The Skloosh. It's like the Tidal Force at Hershey Park- a big boat that fits a lot of people and goes down one huge hill and splashes everyone on the boat and everyone watching from the bridge.
When we got on the boat, it wasn't full, but there were some younger kids in the row in front of us. They looked about 14 or 15 years old. I didn't really want to get my face wet on the ride so I purposefully covered my head when we went down the hill. I got pretty wet from the splash but my face was dry. Woot! I hate getting splashed in the face!
Check out the dick head in the first row, left hand side, black shirt.
Well as our boat was making it's way back to the spot where we would get off, a 15-ish year old boy in the row in front of me turned around and splashed a bunch of water in my face.
WHAT THE HELL???????
"Dude, that was not cool!" I told him.
I was SUPER FREAKING IRRITATED. What the hell was this little punk doing? Splashing a complete stranger purposefully in the face and laughing about it. I wanted to punch him right in the effing face but of course I didn't.
Here are the pictures of me and my family getting off the ride. It is the perfect example of how pissed I was and how I could not hide my irritation!
Look, Debby is all happy. No one splashed her in the face.
Telling anyone who would listen my plight.
Okay, THERE'S my teacher face.
Clearly enraged by the situation.
By now Paul was the only one listening to me complain. He is a good husband.
What do you think of that little punk who freaking splashed me in the face!?