A bunch of us went to laser tag last night, about 30 or so. all teachers college kids, which we in chorus told the Marshal in the prep chamber. We played three games, each time they did an introduction to the game and an overview of the rules. The first time he made a small faux pas, and Jeff corrected him. The guy said "what, are you a teacher?" and Jeff said "actually, yes."
"you look like one too" the guy replied in reference to the shirt and tie he was, like a few others, including myself, were wearing. I had got a text earlier that day: "you better suit up".
The suit turned out to be a bad choice because A) it gets really hot inside the vest we wear while running through a maze full tilt for fifteen minutes. I was sweating buckets through my blue and white striped shirt, which was problem B) because, unbeknownst to me, laser quest arenas are lit with black lights and I stuck out like a florescent sore thumb.
The second time through the Marshal made a comment about how we weren't paying attention and asked where the teacher was from before and if he could help out. The Marshal was knocked back by the booming "we all are" that we responded with.
In the cafe today we all reminisced about the ambushes and misshapes from the night before, and the injuries that showed up this morning when we tried to get out of bed.
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