You Know, Technically, They’re HAIL Balls, Not Snowballs
This is a story that my father is always fond of repeating, describing events that happened when he was a teen.
Living in Norway, especially back in the day, the winters are long, cold, and of course, filled with snow. This means that most schools and other clubs, activities, etc., that deal with kids and teens have very strict rules about what one is allowed to do or not do when it comes to said snow. Especially when it comes to snowballs, those rules tend to be very strict. There’s always a lot of gravel and such used to fight the buildup of ice, which can potentially make the snowballs quite dangerous projectiles, so the rules make sense. To some extent, at least.
My dad had become intimately familiar with those rules, as he had been caught red-handed throwing snowballs on several occasions. This caused him to receive an ultimatum: “No more breaking the rules, or you will be suspended!” To make sure that he knew what the rules were, he was told to study them carefully.
One summer in mid-June, there was a MASSIVE hailstorm — so big, in fact, that by the time it was over, the landscape looked like it was winter with piles of sloppy, icy snow everywhere. Going outside, the adults made sure to remind the kids about the snow rules. They made a point to stop my father at the door.
Teachers: “You know the rules. We will keep an eye on you and expect you to follow them to the letter!“
Cue malicious compliance.
You see, the rules were VERY specific. They specifically stated what you were and weren’t allowed to do with snow. In the winter.
Every single rule started with, “In the winter, you are not allowed to…”
As my father had been forced to study the rules extensively, he knew perfectly well what the rules stated, and he went outside, gathered up a piece of snow, and hurled it at one of his friends. This, of course, sparked a massive snowball fight, after which he was led up to the principal’s office.
Principal: “I assume you know why you’re here?”
Father: “Not really, no. I don’t see how I did anything wrong.”
Principal: “I thought we made it very clear what would happen if you broke the rules one more time.”
The principal pulled out the book of rules and flipped to a page.
Principal: “Mind reading to me this rule?” *Pointing to the rule about snowballs*
Father: “‘During the winter, you are not allowed to throw snowballs… [a whole bunch of text specifying what you were not allowed to throw at, where you were not allowed to throw, etc.]'”
Principal: “So, now that you’ve had a refresher, what do you have to say for yourself?”
Father: “What time of year is it?”
Principal: “…”
My father got off without any further argument, even getting a commendation from his teacher for his “clever way to think outside of the box”. The rules were changed to be a lot less specific about the time of year a few weeks later, though it wasn’t very likely to ever happen again, as hailstorms during the summer are a very rare occurrence in this part of the country.