Yesterday when I got home from work, there's a nerf-sort of football in our front yard. I'm eyeing it pulling into the driveway. Ball in our yard, that one's mine. I didn't make a real plan for what to do with it later. Other than with the kid pandemic going on in our neighborhood, it's going in the garbage. It was Nerf, and it had a huge chunk missing out of it, a dog munch obviously.
Picture this. Let's consider the right thing to do. I can go door to door, ringing doorbells. "Excuse me M'am/Sir, does this football look familiar to you?? Do YOU have a kid that might even know some other kids who happen to play in our yard with a ball that looks like this, while you are not in any way supervising them, playing in our yard?"
No, that wouldn't work, so I went out there to get the ball to put it in the garbage.
It was a golden moment. There was a kid, just another kid, somebody's kid, walking down the middle of the street of course...just walking all by himself. When I picked up the ball. I yelled at him, "Want a ball?" And I launched the most beautiful pass I've ever thrown. It went over the power lines and fell right down in his arms, he didn't have to move...great catch.
He said, "I don't know whose it is." I thought to myself, "I don't either." But at least the kid had some sort of idea, "I don't know whose it is." So YOU figure it out kid. I went right back into the house.
See there?!?!? I DO have some tolerance for kids. I'm a real nice guy after all.
Picture this. Let's consider the right thing to do. I can go door to door, ringing doorbells. "Excuse me M'am/Sir, does this football look familiar to you?? Do YOU have a kid that might even know some other kids who happen to play in our yard with a ball that looks like this, while you are not in any way supervising them, playing in our yard?"
No, that wouldn't work, so I went out there to get the ball to put it in the garbage.
It was a golden moment. There was a kid, just another kid, somebody's kid, walking down the middle of the street of course...just walking all by himself. When I picked up the ball. I yelled at him, "Want a ball?" And I launched the most beautiful pass I've ever thrown. It went over the power lines and fell right down in his arms, he didn't have to move...great catch.
He said, "I don't know whose it is." I thought to myself, "I don't either." But at least the kid had some sort of idea, "I don't know whose it is." So YOU figure it out kid. I went right back into the house.
See there?!?!? I DO have some tolerance for kids. I'm a real nice guy after all.
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