Who doesn`t love a water gun? They filled our childhoods with joy and were pretty much harmless. But can they cause trouble in the hands of young adults? Join me and we shall see.
I was at the end of my first year of med school. It had been a rough time, with no fun or games.
The exam session was ending as the temperatures went up. That Friday I went shopping at Kaufland and I bought not two, but three green water handguns. The ones with two cartridges.
I brought them to the room of my eyeglasses wearing blond haired friend in order to test them out. It was at the end of the hallway, near the small balcony. We were fed up with the smoke that was coming all year round from below through our window, so we had to do something. We waited at the window for those who smoked. After they lighted the cigarettes up we put them out tactically and hid behind the radiator. We did this until those people learned to use the other balcony or the fire escape staircase instead.
Boy did we have some fun!
That Saturday afternoon the chief of the hallway saw us filling our pistols in the common bathroom and grinned. The fat green eyed monster of a collegue had a different prank in mind.
We went to the other side of the hallway, where a thin redheaded smoker friend of his was staying. We were standing in a line, with the chief right between us, with our feet shoulder with apart, just like western cowboys. Our pistols were full, and were aiming at the door, above the door knob.
With the left hand he knocked three times on the brown door.
“Yeees?”murmured a thin polite voice from the far end of the room.
He then knocked some more.
“WHAT?”, said an angrier voice from inside.
After the third knock the door quickly swung open, as the ginger was shouting: “WHAT THE…”, but his eyes, mouth and both nostrils were heavily filled with shots of cold chlorinated water.
The door closed with a loud bang, and we were laughing our pants off.
Fast forward an hour later, the chief went to the bathroom, that was located in the middle of the hallway. When he went out towards his room, he heard a loud “HEY!” from behind. The second he turned, a wave of ice water furiously splashed him from head to toe. After washing his face he saw his victorious ginger friend wielding a red trash bin bucket. This started a huge water fight between those two rooms as my colleague and I were eating popcorn at the end of the hallway. After it was over, there was water everywhere.
That evening there was a party in one of the rooms near the bathroom. Seeing many people outside of it, I recognized a friend of ours, whose back was turned. I shouted his name and when he turned, he slipped, hit his head and went out cold. We quickly carried him to our room and placed him on the bed near the window.
Two hours later, as we were mindlessly eating some cereals, playing an online game and listening to music with the volume turned down, there were three firm knocks on our door.
My friend and I went to listen, and the door pushed both of us aside. Standing in it were two policemen, ready to fine us for “public disturbance.”
We explained that we were not the ones partying and our friend on the bed wasn`t drunk or high.
Do you want to know what actually happened? Bear with me.
Imagine a short, bald colleague of our out cold friend got really drunk, came to smoke in the balcony near us and thought he was an olimpic Javelin sportsman, by throwing out the heavy wooden doorstep in the parking lot, just barely missing the cars. This alerted the doorman from the dorm across the street, which called the police.
In the end, the party was shut down, the students were fined, and we were off the hook, but we had never used the water pistols again. This goes to show that too much water fun can cause trouble.
