Never a punch thrown, and thankfully the staff had some sense versus any zero tolerance crap.
In high school, my neighbor since childhood, came up behind me at lunch while I was drinking chocolate milk in a white shirt and gave me a not-polite hard slap that caused the milk to go all over me. He laughed. My table chuckled.
I let it go for a few minutes, had a few more sips, then once he was sitting I calmly walked up and poured the rest on his shirt.
Oh, fun framing of this: I am a nerd in AP classes and he is a wrestler. People who did not know us audibly gasped.
He was pissed, but was like, alright, fair is fair. And just napkin-ed it off like I did.
I think the majority of the cafeteria wanted to see some epic beatdown, and the staff was like: “they are friends and neighbors.” Somehow we both just went about the rest of our day and likely played together later that evening.
@rpm That’s why I voted Never. I was checking the site to see if any questions for my rattage, and saw the picture-background for the header which read a lot like zero-tolerance language. For some reason I felt compelled to tell random internet strangers the story.
after all, what trouble could a bunny possibly get into?
Not a gardener, I see. And I thought you were their masseuse, not an actual bunny! I envisioned you having a 6-fixure-job tending to billionaire’s rabbits. Which would be an awesome job.
Does this count as a fight if I didn’t throw a punch ?
Went to Catholic school when it was run by nuns & brothers. In HS a brother was the disciplinarian. He was correcting a friend for some misdeed and I laughed because he was in trouble. The brother walked over to me, said “you think this is funny”? then gave me an uppercut to the solar plexus that knocked the wind out of me. He said, “don’t ever laugh when I’m correcting someone”. I never did.
Never a punch thrown, and thankfully the staff had some sense versus any zero tolerance crap.
In high school, my neighbor since childhood, came up behind me at lunch while I was drinking chocolate milk in a white shirt and gave me a not-polite hard slap that caused the milk to go all over me. He laughed. My table chuckled.
I let it go for a few minutes, had a few more sips, then once he was sitting I calmly walked up and poured the rest on his shirt.
Oh, fun framing of this: I am a nerd in AP classes and he is a wrestler. People who did not know us audibly gasped.
He was pissed, but was like, alright, fair is fair. And just napkin-ed it off like I did.
I think the majority of the cafeteria wanted to see some epic beatdown, and the staff was like: “they are friends and neighbors.” Somehow we both just went about the rest of our day and likely played together later that evening.
Years later I was his best man at his wedding.
@KNmeh7 Yes, but you weren’t actually in “trouble” for the incident….
@rpm That’s why I voted Never. I was checking the site to see if any questions for my rattage, and saw the picture-background for the header which read a lot like zero-tolerance language. For some reason I felt compelled to tell random internet strangers the story.
@KNmeh7 It was a great story….
Called “trouble” but never delivered it, after all, what trouble could a bunny possibly get into?![:rabbit2:](https://dj5zo597wtsux.cloudfront.net/joypixels/assets/6.6/png/unicode/64/1f407.png)
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@bunnymasseuse Well. . .
@bunnymasseuse
Not a gardener, I see. And I thought you were their masseuse, not an actual bunny! I envisioned you having a 6-fixure-job tending to billionaire’s rabbits. Which would be an awesome job.
POPSOCKETS! COURT DOCKETS! FOLK ROCK HITS! AWESOME!
Does this count as a fight if I didn’t throw a punch ?![:thinking:](https://dj5zo597wtsux.cloudfront.net/joypixels/assets/6.6/png/unicode/64/1f914.png)
Went to Catholic school when it was run by nuns & brothers. In HS a brother was the disciplinarian. He was correcting a friend for some misdeed and I laughed because he was in trouble. The brother walked over to me, said “you think this is funny”? then gave me an uppercut to the solar plexus that knocked the wind out of me. He said, “don’t ever laugh when I’m correcting someone”. I never did.