I go home every day at lunch to feed and let Cotton out. Usually this takes longer than it should and I end up rushing back to the office. Today was no exception.
But as I am getting in the car, some kids from the neighboring apartment complex yelled over at me, asking if I could throw their ball back over the fence to them. I was in a rush and wanted to say no, but I kind of have this thing about being nice to our neighbors, especially the kids. It's a survival tactic. I really don't want our house to be tee-peed.
So I want briskly over to the other side of the street and pick up the ball. Since I am aware that currently I have the upper-body strength of a 6 year old, I walked closer to the fence. Once I was about 25ish feet away from the fence, I figured I was close enough and attempted to throwing the ball over the fence.
It hit the fence and rolled away from me. Far away. So I walked over and picked it up from under the neighbors truck. I decided that THIS TIME, I would try kicking it over the fence. Surely I could KICK the ball at least 25 feet. I walked about 25ish feet away from the fence and gave it a nice solid kick...
Into the fence.
So I walk to get the ball AGAIN which had rolled EVEN FURTHER away from me. I walked 25ish feet awa from the fence and decided this time I would kick it even harder. I did and flew through the air...
Into the fence.
OH. MY. GOSH!! This how now taken like 3 or 5 minutes and has been SO STINKIN EMBARRASSING!!
This fourth attempt, I decided to go old school. Walk up to the fence and hand it to the kids on the other side.
And one of the boys said, "Sorry if we wasted your time."
My time? How about my dignity?
Who can't kick a ball over a fence? Seriously.
I hate soccer.