So last week Kyle and I went to this Senior Celebration thing where they gave us free food, free bowling, and free Vocal Point. They were doing a prize raffle, and at various points asked anybody with kids to stand so that the kids could get things, too. I was awarded two bottles of bubbles for having a kid on the way. It was the only prize we won that night.
At any rate, a few weeks ago Kyle and I helped out in Nursery at church, and they had bubbles. Evidently the kids loved the bubbles a lot, but all of the wands were broken, so getting the bubbles to blow was kind of difficult. I was thinking about this yesterday when I ran across the bubbles I’d been given at the Senior Celebration, and I decided to blow them to see if we’d been given crappy bubbles. What I forgot to account for was the fact that the ceiling fan was blowing. It turns out that the bubbles we have are much higher quality than the nursery bubbles. So I blew them, and the fan blew them back to land nearly exclusively on me, covering me with bubble-soap remains.
It was a little sticky. And quite frankly, being assaulted by a wall of bubbles with no escape is mildly terrifying. In case you ever wondered.