Playing With Ping And Pong

(My university has several ping pong tables set up in the outdoor courtyard that you have to pass by in order to get to the main cafe/food area. I seem to be a magnet for attracting stray ping pong balls whenever I walk through it, though I’m usually fast enough to dodge or catch them. On this particular day, it’s cold and raining and I’m in a very bad mood. As I’m passing through, one of the ping pong balls goes astray and heads straight for me. I’m not fast enough, and it hits me on the forehead.)

Me: *growls, spinning to face the two guys at the table* “SERIOUSLY!? Is my face just a f****** balls magnet!?”

Guy #1: *collapses in a fit of laughter*

Guy #2: *smirking but says nothing*

Me: “…”

(I realise instantly what I’ve said, and try my best to keep my mean face on, but I can’t — I go absolutely bright red and start giggling as well.)

Me: “Well, that’s something I normally only say on weekends!”