
In the Beginning
When things are slow at the spa, we sometimes play with the stress balls. They're lots of fun, spiky multicolored, & they light up when they hit a hard surface (trust me, this is an important detail). The spiky shape makes things fun. You never know which way they'll bounce. That could also lead to an eye injury, just ask T&M.
Escalation
Another day, M was tossing a stress ball around (she had conveniently forgotten about almost getting her eye poked out with one less than a week previously). So she was tossing it up & catching it most times. She got bored with that and decided to throw it at me. Unfortunately, I was talking to T, and not in the best position to catch a pointy stress ball. Next thing I know, I felt something smack my right hip.
Retaliation
M, undaunted, continued tossing the stress ball around. I was more vigilant about making sure it didn't hit me. It bounced over to me a couple of times and I either tossed it back or kicked it back to her. This last time, I threw overhand, but with my left hand, so my aim turned out to be either miserable or fantastic depending on your opinion of what happened next.
The stress ball flew at M like a 98mph fastball headed straight for catcher's mitt. I'll admit, the ball was slightly off its mark. It hit M in the right breast and she dropped to the floor in a fetal position, letting out a scream worthy of a horror movie. The stress ball hit her so hard it lit up before it hit the floor. My reaction was hysterical laughter. I laughed so hard my abs were sore and I started crying. Even though M claims the hit will cause her to develop breast cancer, I'm sure she'll be fine, but be a little more cautious next time she picks up a stress ball. I'll keep laughing every time I see a stress ball.
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