A bad bet...A bad outcome

Wow, three posts in one day?!? I'm on a roll. If I'm not in the mood to write, my posts are really lame and usually really short (as with the case of yesterday) but when I'm in the mood to write...well, anyways.









The other day my dad and I were in an argument about our cars. I was saying, that I was convinced that my car weighed more than his. (Don't laugh, I know it was a stupid thing to argue about!) I was convinced that my car weighed more because it isn't shaky and it doesn't pull, unlike his. He insisted that his car is bigger, so it weighs more. We ended up making a bet that if he was right and I was wrong, I would have to sell my $15 Starbucks card to him for $10. (This argument took place after I tried selling my $15 gift card to him for $18 and not telling him how much was on it. ...he didn't fall for that!) Anyways...I took the bet and figured, if I lost I'd just spend five dollars before selling it to him, and not tell him. (When it comes to making bets, I'm kind of shady. Have you ever played cards with me?) After we argued for a while, he ended up using my gift card to buy my mom and him a coffee. It came out to $8.86, which he paid me in cash and gave the gift card back. (If I haven't mentioned it, the whole reason I was trying to sell the gift card is because I don't drink coffee.) I still had a $6.00-something gift card, plus $8.00 and the bet was still on.


Here we a week later, and we have forgotten about the bet. Well, this morning the bet was mentioned and my dad got all excited. He asked me to refresh his memory on the bet (and I chose to not remind him that he had already used (and paid me) $8.00 dollars of the card). He got all excited, and ran out to check the weight on both our cars. I lost the bet by 500 pounds. I was all excited that I was going to get $10 for a card that only had $6.00 on it, but my mom blew that by reminding him that he had already used half the card. (*)Not remembering how much was on the card, he gave me $5.00. I started laughing, because I was totally ripping him off on our bet. He decided to call the number on the card and make sure there was even money left on it. After he realized that there was only $6.40 on it, he got all fussy. "You are a boonshagler!! You stiffed me!!" He grabbed a loaded air soft gun off the kitchen counter (we always have an air soft gun lying out somewhere!) and aimed it at me. I knew he was playing, but I pulled my loaded air soft gun out of it's holster which was on my hip. (Now, you can start thinking about how weird we are. I mean, it's one thing to have guns lying around, it's another thing to carry them around!)I aimed my gun at him. He clicked the safety off of his gun and I did the same. Keep in mind we were only three feet away from each other with nothing between us. I didn't trust him anymore, and decided if this was going to become a shoot out, at least let me have the first shot. I shot him in the toe and started running. He started howling and jumping around. I run up the staircase and sat at the top of the stairs and kept shooting at him. He was shooting back between his whining. He started to yell from the kitchen about how I was going to be sorry about ripping him off and shooting him. He got my purse from it's cubby and got into my wallet. "I'm in your purse!! I'm taking a dollar! You aren't going to rip me off and shoot me!" (And yes, he really did take the dollar! He said, "I wasn't really going to shoot you, nor would I have taken your dollar. After you drew first blood, I decided no more Mr. Nice Guy.") A full fledged shoot out followed. During this shoot out, he shot seven bullets, two hit me. I shot five bullets, three hit him. (By the way, one of the shots that hit him was a planned ricochet, another I shot him through a four inch gap in the kitchen island...those are GOOD shots.) His pride and ego have been completely shattered and stomped on. He can't believe that my aim is better than his, and that he lost to his 16 year old daughter. I got him in the HEAD (he's really fussy about that shot! I haven't heard the end of it), the arm and the little toe. He got me in the leg and in the thigh. After we made amends and called it quits, as we rubbed our wounds we reflected on what we would have done differently when buying our guns. My dad said, "I wish that when we bought these guns, we would have bought the lowest FPS (feet per second) we could find. Instead, we looked for the highest. At least if we found lower, it wouldn't hurt so bad and it would be funner." My guns are 300 and 350 FPS, so yes, it really hurts and really leaves marks.


In the end, we both have a few wounds, and one of us (I won't say who...I don't want to add salt to the wound)has a injured pride. My dad has his $6.40 gift card, and in all I pocketed $14.00-something on my $15 gift card. Hmm...I wonder who got stiffed here. I'd say my dad!


(*)I just asked my dad to refresh my memory on how much he gave me for the card, and he said: "I gave you $5.00 for a gift card that had $8.00 on it. When I realized it only had $6.40 on it, I took a dollar. So, I gave you $4.00 for a $6.40 card." Can hear the sarcasm drip from this comment?? He's still feeling boonshwagled.