Bringing Sulfuric Acid to a Water Fight
I've traveled to Southgate to attend a water-splashing festival.
A cheeky kid, who's about eight years old, keeps spraying the back of my head and my ears with water ejected from her high-pressure water gun.
Half of my body is soon drenched in water. That's when I berate the kid and tell her not to aim her gun at my face.
She doesn't bother stopping. On the contrary, she even has the gall to spray more water right in my face.
I feel the cold water spritzing into my left eye. The pain is so intense that I can't even open my eyes.
To make things worse, that kid is even howling with laughter while raising her gun proudly.
"Look, Dad! He's all soggy and wet, like a limp noodle! This is fun!"
The kid's father merely watches from the side. Not only does he not offer an apology to me, but he also records the whole thing on his phone.
"Hey, my daughter is washing your eyes for you for free! This is an honor that no one else can ever receive, you know! Why are you acting like a complete wuss?"
I swipe the liquid off my face before drawing to my feet and yelling at the crowd around me.
"There's strong acid contained inside that kid's water gun! Just now, she burned my eye with it!"