I was going on a first date with a girl I barely knew. This was the first time I had ever been to her house. When I pulled up in her driveway, I saw concrete steps leading up to the stoop in front of the door. There was a screen door in addition to the wood door. I climbed the steps and knocked on the front door. Since I didn’t know her that well, I knew nothing about her family. I had no idea who would answer the door. I was trying to prepare myself mentally for any possible scenario. Would it be a sweet mother or a suspicious dad? Maybe it would just be her. Because I didn’t know if she had any brothers or sisters, I didn’t even consider that possibility.
I didn’t have to wait that long for the wooden door to fly open. I saw a young boy standing behind the screen door. Doing his best television cop imitation, he kicked the screen door open. I was standing far enough back that the door didn’t hit me. He took one step forward, pointed a water pistol at my crotch and started squeezing the trigger. Luckily, he had just recently filled the water pistol, so the tubing was still full of air. As he pulled the trigger, I could hear the water being sucked up into the plumbing of the pistol. I was able to move out of the way before any water came out of the gun. I was also able to avoid getting wet as he adjusted his aim. His sister got him before I got wet.