Several friends and I left their apartment complex yesterday afternoon to head across the street to a bar to celebrate one of their birthdays. On the way there, we passed the complex’s pool, where I whisper to my friend Rod, “Let’s throw Bob in the pool on the way back through. It’s his birthday, after all.”
So, as we leave the bar, he reminds me of the idea, and that we are going to go through with it. I tell him, “You know, I’m gonna pass. I’ll just end up in the pool, most likely, and I have my cell phone on me.”
A minute later, he borrows my phone, uses it, and goes to hand it to a different friend, so I can help him in the Bob dunking. I grab it from him and reiterate, “No, you’re on your own.”
As we pass the pool, he goes to grab Bob. Well, there’s a gate around the pool, so while I stay away from the actual skirmish, I do assist in opening the gate. They get in there, Bob escapes, empties his pockets, and dives in. I come in to watch, good-naturedly, and Rod pushes me in the pool.
Furious, I leap out of the pool, grabbing for my phone in my pockets. I try to shake it off and dry it off…do whatever I can to save it. I go between tending to the phone, and trying to shove Rod…not necessarily in the pool, but just in anger. I take off for the apartment, seething, because I’d told him repeatedly I had the phone. In addition, wanted to dry it off with a towel or something.
Turns out there was a five-minute period between the bar and the pool where I was separated from him, and he thought I’d taken that time to “give the phone to someone else.” Still, the fucker hadn’t even apologized.
The phone is actually fine, and I’m not angry at the moron anymore, but MAN…had not felt that pissed off in ages…
And for those of you had followed my “I don’t need to pay income tax” thread, yes, this is the same kid…
