Water Balloon On A Hot Day example essay topic

I for one think that driving a car is fun. I also think that during the hot summer, when you are out in the sun, it is nice to get a little damp and cool off. Driving convertibles is also good in the summer if you have the top down, so you get a chilled breeze through your hair. And since I like those things you would think that being a little damp would help someone stay cool and having fun in the sun while driving your convertible.

But I found out that people don't appreciate you helping them stay cool and moisturized while they are driving in the ferocious sun. As it turns out, most people; or a 25 year old male with dark hair, a dark complexion, and a red convertible, don't like you assisting them in the process of beating the heat. They find it quite rude actually, especially when they are driving in their nice new car. I for one, would especially appreciate some hooligan kids hitting me with a water balloon to cool me down. A splendid display of human kindness if I was driving in ninety degree weather. Not to mention the fact that there would be a blazing sun that would be beating down on my neck constantly.

Also I would, and did find it quite funny. It was the summer of my eighth grade year. Alex, Rudy and I were bored rigid. We could find nothing to do in my room or my house. We had already rode our bikes, played Nintendo, and trashed my room. Then we saw them.

They came to us vivid and glowing. The answer to all of our problems. No longer would we be jaded, but we would rise up off the couch and enjoy ourselves. While at the same time doing our fellow humans that happened to drive by us a favor. We picked up the balloons and filled the tub, we were going ballooning. All three of us grabbed a 20 gallon bucket from the garage, and loaded it up with thirteen or fourteen balloons.

We drug them painfully, as we had filled them up with too much water, to our campsite in the shade. After a couple of missed shots, our one chance for the ultimate 'favor' came to us. Coming towards us at a whopping 25 miles per hour, the red convertible drove nearer towards us, and our desire to help a fellow human being got stronger. I picked up a perfect balloon and tested it's firmness with a quick squeeze. A glimpse of the sun blinked at me from his windshield. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as a stared down my opponent.

Then the next thing I remember was the squealing of brakes and a glance of the man that I had just cooled off. Only he didn't think of it as cooling off. He ran out of his car and up our little bunker yelling profanities at boys that had been booking since the sound of his brakes. We lost him in a mad dash to my house; during which Rudy twisted his ankle in a attempt by Alex to bait the pursuer into taking Rudy, and leaving us alone. We ran through many of my neighbors back yards, but could still hear the growl of the beast behind us. When our thermally comfortable buddy found out that he was too big to fit through the holes that we escaped through, he shook out his wet hair that I had so nicely hydrated for him, and stopped.

He went back and dumped our buckets of balloons out and threw the twenty gallon containers to the side in a fit of anger. We had escaped with no more than a twisted ankle and the feeling of helping out a person in need. Alex had thrown Rudy down in his own selfish efforts to save his hide. He threw Rudy down during the beginning of the chase, and Rudy got his foot in a ditch on the way down.

So later when I was helping Rudy over the fence, Alex was still afraid and pushed him down yet a second time and preceded the cripple. We went back to our bunker area and found it trashed. Either the man hit with the balloon didn't like us, which is my bet, or he considered knocking everything over and throwing stuff cleaning up the area. During our other encounters with water balloons, we have had the same reactions as this man. Judging by the way that all the people reacted to us patrons and our attempts to 'help' them beat the heat, I can definitely say that people don't like to be at a comfortable temperature if it means being soaked on a hot day while driving. I think that they would rather die of heat, then accept acts of charity by my friends and myself.

While I would enjoy little wiener kids hitting me with a water balloon on a hot day, I am a minority.