I told this story to some of my campers a few weeks ago. It's not much of a story, but it's kind of funny and extremely random - especially considering that I was almost a sophomore in college, and I was made a fool of.

It was the end of my freshman year of college, during finals time. A friend of mine and I were walking a few blocks away to a convenience store called Sheetz. Now, Sheetz is amazing. It's not just your run-of-the-mill convenience store that you find here in New York. No, Sheetz is altogether different. They've got great advertisements, great branding, great prices, and made-to-order food that's cheap and very delicious. The made-to-order (MTO's) food consists of subs, sandwiches, salads, burgers, breakfast sandwiches, wraps, etc., and you order them all using a touch-screen. All the toppings are like this, too. You want sauteed peppers on your grilled chicken sub? Just touch the button. Decide you don't want it? Tap it again. Boop. Onions? Boop. Tomatoes? Boop. BBQ sauce? Boop. It's like going to Subway, but you don't have to interact with the clueless Subway employees that just stand there and stare at you like you're stupid. Oh, and did I mention the prices were great? Yeah. You can see why it's a perfect place for college students.

So my friend and I are walking to Sheetz for a study break. We're just walking down the sidewalk and talking, and are about three blocks from Sheetz. We see this kid nearby with a water gun in his hands, just some random kid who lives in town. He's got this weird look on his face, but my friend and I don't think anything of it. We just kind of look away from him and continue our conversation as we pass by him. All of a sudden, my friend and I feel water on our backs, and turn around to see the kid using his squirt gun on us and laughing. We were pretty shocked that some kid would have the guts to shoot water at strangers, so we didn't know what to do. Our solution? Just walk faster. So we start walking again, faster than before. The kid just matches our pace, and opens fire again.

I mean, seriously, what are you supposed to do when some strange kid opens fire on you with his squirt gun? Nothing in my life up until that point had prepared me for that situation. So my friend and I decide we'll just run the rest of the distance to Sheetz. That should've been the end of it, right? Nope. We start sprinting, and the kid cries out, "Hey, I'm not done with you yet!" ...::shocked face::...What do you say to something like that?! My friend and I just looked at each other, flabbergasted, and continued to run to Sheetz, each of us partially soaked from this strange kid's water gun.

I half-expected the kid to be waiting for us when we came out. If he had been, I don't know what I would've done. I mean, I wasn't going to call the cops on a ten-year-old with a squirt gun. And, as I said, it's not like I'd been given a lot of advice over the years on what to do or say when I was attacked by a young boy with a squirt gun. Thankfully, he was not around when we came out, and we took a different way back to campus. But we were still wet, and still speechless. We had been assaulted by a ten-year-old with a squirt gun and were humiliated. It does make a good story, though.



Keep checking back here in August for the next embarrassing story: "I Can Cut My Own Meat, And Really, I Don't Want To Kiss Your Grandmother"