Sunday, April 22, 2012

Trashbag Attack!!

Laila and I are hanging out behind the music room after school, among the dumpsters.

Usually a peaceful spot to talk and hide from the wind. Kids don't bother us, teachers don't know we are there. The smell keeps most curious folk at bay. Today, however, is different. Two random and suspicious-looking hikers come walking by the school, spot us, and decide to have some fun by flashing their multipurpose switchblades at us and-- cliche as it may be-- ASKING FOR LUNCH MONEY. They think they are incredibly funny. Laila laughs too, a bit longer than should be possible with human lungs, making them uncomfortable. Then she and I turn simultaneously, and launch two trashbags from the dumpsters right onto their faces. We dash out behind, twist their wrists, take the knives, and force them to the ground, waiting for someone with a cell phone to some by, see us, and call the police.

 Instead, MORE suspicious characters turn up in the parking lot. Friends of the hikers. Since we have nothing with which to tie up the two we are already holding, while Laila keeps them in a steel grip, I focus my mind on the dumpsters and bring them closer to us. I start to spin them around in a protective field, then open the tops and start flipping garbage out at random. A cry emerges from the melee. "We got one!" I shout.

After awhile I start feeling bad about the amount of garbage scattered around the school yards, so I slow the dumpsters and return them to their places. Littered around the parking lot in various stages of trash-induced hysteria are seven men. They all look like members of some sort of hiking-cult: specialized fanny packs and color-coded water bottles, tailored shorts and combat boots, tattoos of trees...

Curious as I am, we do not have time to find out more about them, as a teacher comes by, calls the local fire department, and the hikers are dragged away, their walking sticks confiscated.

We have to file a report saying why we attacked them...
I leave out the mention of garbage, since we managed to get most of it cleaned up before the law arrived.

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