A Volley Of Vengeance

I play volleyball, and at the end of the season, we get free tickets to a college volleyball game. The other team is from one of the Dakotas, so the parents traveled quite a ways, and this is college volleyball; it’s pretty intense.

The opposing team’s parents are quite… rude.

One of the moms sitting two rows ahead of us is making some pretty snide comments, you know, stuff like our team should learn the rules.

I’m sitting there chatting with one of my teammates about the game, while this lady is yapping away. My teammate and I had had enough of her by the third set, so we decided to get some payback.

We move down a row so we’re sitting right behind her, and settle in. Now, I can be a pretty loud person, as is my teammate. So, whenever our team scores a point, we scream. In unison, and extremely loudly. We direct it using our hands right into her ears, which means that she had two people screaming in her ears.

She moved.

To the other side of the gym.