After graduating from High School, my friends and I spent our summer nights hanging out before we went our separate ways. In
Off went the countdown, “1, 2… 3!!!” Off came my swimsuit and I waved mine wildly at the girls. Then it hit me, mine was the only one in the air. Before I could comprehend the depths of the treachery I was about to suffer, I was dunked and held under water while my suit was ripped from my hand. By the time I was allowed up for air, Jim was out of the pool with my suit. The rest of the guys followed him, hooting and hollering as they paraded my swimsuit through the party to a large tree. There they hung it from the lowest branch with great ceremony and insults to my intelligence.
|Roman dogs, give me back MY swimsuit!!!|
Once in my lifetime, I too was a terrifying spectacle. Never before or since have I done anything remotely like this. If surrounded, pressed and hounded by my enemies, I know what to do. Show no fear, stand tall and go Gallic! And of course, pants optional!