As I was turning on to a street in my subdivision I saw a couple of people running between two fences. As I passed that point something exploded on my windshield - an orange. I pulled over, jumped out and sprinted to where I saw them go. In hindsight, this was stupid on my part. When I came flying around the corner I saw three teens - two girls and a boy. They were about 30 yards away, standing there giggling. I'm not a huge guy, but I guess the sight of me sprinting towards them with steam coming out of my head was enough to bring priceless looks of horror to their faces. They ran to one of the girl's house, which was only 2 houses away (I had already recognized her). I knocked on the door, but of course no one answered.
I later spoke with her mom about it. She was just about in tears and apologized for it. As I walked back I noted at least 4 oranges in the street, so apparently this went on for a while before they picked the wrong mofo to hit.
I later spoke with her mom about it. She was just about in tears and apologized for it. As I walked back I noted at least 4 oranges in the street, so apparently this went on for a while before they picked the wrong mofo to hit.
priceless!
