Good For a Laugh

It's been a while since I posted anything funny.  Here's something that made me chuckle and size up life in one second, what goes around, comes around.             

                                                                                                                                           

When I was in high school, I was a sassy so and so to my tennis coach.  Oddly she was my favorite teacher (and coach) but I still gave her a run for her money.  I'm not sure why that is, but there you have it, I wasn't the most well behaved teenager on that tennis team.  One time, we were all playing around at practice, instead of focusing and giving it our all.  She got upset and gave us a warning.  We continued screwing around and some of us even started laughing (I would string up the Oldest by his TOES if he behaved this way).  She had enough and called us in for a group talk and she wasn't happy.  She was fussing about my back hand, fussing about someone not moving their feet, and then she started in on how we were all too silly and not dedicated enough.  Once she had called me out about my backhand needing lots of attention, she ticked me off.  So, I did my famous thing that happens when I get mad, I got quiet.  Then I started to bounce the tennis ball with my raquet (and I'll digress here and say yes, I really did play tennis and that year I was #1 doubles and #3 singles) while she was talking to us, the entire team (and again here I'll say if the Oldest OR Littlest EVER display this disrespectful behavior to anyone/teacher/coach/otherwise, they're in BIG trouble--ahem).  She shot me a look.  I stopped.  She continued talking.  I was still ticked off.  Probably to show I was in charge I started bouncing the ball again.  She sharply called my name, "Jenny!".  I stopped again.  She started to talk again.  Then she started talking directly to me in front of the whole group saying I needed to work on my backhand and it wasn't going to improve on it's own blah blah blah.  Calling me out.  Ok, right here, I'm going to say, I think this might be where all my stubborn streak was enhanced and really brought to the forefront.  This event in my life I have thought about often.  I have never liked to be told what to do (Who does?  But for me, it's akin to someone scraping their nails on a chalkboard, or peeling my skin off, yes, that's about how it feels to me; always has.) but this occasion marks a more savage reaction at least emotionally where I springboarded into how I'd be as an adult I think.  Stronger than before.  I remember feeling VERY sassy and rebellious and without thinking it through, I started bouncing the ball again, but higher, and I looked at her, and she was trying to ignore my obvious ill behavior.  She finally said my name again and said if I didn't stop, I was going to have to run laps and as she said that the ball that I had just bounced REALLY high bounced and hit her in the head.  All I remember is her yelling "RUN and don't stop till I say so!"  Dang.  I was running before she even said 'and don't stop till I say so!'.  Like Forrest Gump, I was runnnING and runnnING and runnnING.  I ran a lot that day and I cried a lot too.  We never talked about it, and I never acted up like that anymore during practice.  Can you imagine that little ole' ME behaved that way?  I'm sure you are shocked.  I was a stinker.  I know I was.

Flash forward to now.  We are playing Cupponk.  The Oldest is not listening.  He is bouncing the ball.  He's messing around.  I tell him to stop.  He doesn't.  He keeps at it.  I continue to try to reign him in.  I give a final warning and he bounces it really high just as I'm asking him to STOP and it bounces way up and hits me square on the head.  Ahem.  I grimmaced (it was only a ping pong ball).  I chuckled inside.  What goes around, comes around.  I'm not sure if his personality will be like mine exactly, maybe a little but it made me smile nonetheless.  He apologized quickly, he felt bad.  Me, I just started running.  I knew I was wrong.  I don't think I meant to hit her in the head but I was certainly ticked off at her.  How DARE she call me out is what was flying through my little immature head. 

The things we do.  The things that happen.  Irony.  Humor.  Life.