Yesterday, an impromptu snowball fight broke out in the parking lot after church. Josh and I were not targets, since our "boring geeks" status is too well established. But it didn't stop Josh from forming a large, perfect, white snowball. And it didn't stop me from taking it out of his hands and lobbing it at the person standing nearby.
When the snowball landed, he turned around with a surprised look to see who had thrown it. I smiled guiltily. He kept looking around. He didn't believe I had thrown it.
I guess that's the perk of living a quiet, boring, geeky life. If I ever turned to a life of crime, I'd have the world's best witness for the defense: all the quiet, dull years prior.