A good week in most ways.  But you'll never guess who's gotten herself back as an IotW?

   That's right, Colleen.  But she's only a runner up to a true idiot.  She merely annoyed me.  This week's IotW actually hurt me.

   This week, a 9 year old kid is the IotW, with Delaware Paintball and Colleen as runners up.
 
 
 

   It all started on paintball day.  Most of us didn't go due to the rain but since the rain let up, we went to Delaware Paintball.

   They're idiots there, too.  First they left their generator out and it was stolen.  No surprise there.  Then the lazy workers there did little if any work for their players.  A guy with a pickup truck picked up the rental generator.  Some players acted as refs since none of them were willing to.  (In other news, I heard I was a good ref.)

   The 9 year old kid who ruined the day made himself an IotW when Dan, Jim, James, and I decided to go 2 on 2.  Unfortunately, the 9 year old took Jim's place when he discovered he needed air.

   To be fair, the kid bunkered me when I assumed he wouldn't dare move up and I took some shots at James.  But this 9 year old wrecked me.  Took no no less than five shots onto my back.  At arm's reach.

    Ouch.  I dived under the inflatable bunker to stop the madness.

   (Un)luckily, not a single ball broke.  So I bunkered him and took a single shot on his belt.

   Now, here's where this guy gets hit award; he had to be shooting 400 f.p.s. or more!  The marks on my back are nasty.  Every single player on the field gave him a stern lecture and forced him to re-chrono his marker.  This was after someone insisted on seeing my back.  Everyone gave a collective ouch.

   Good job, DE Paintball and 9 year old kid.
 
 

   Now, Colleen proves herself worthy again by kidnapping our lunch group.

   Basically, a few of us got together for lunch.  We decided to go to Sizzlers.  She wanted to go to Friendly's.  We decided to go with majority.

   But... she drove half the group, myself the other group.

   I noticed her going the wrong way.  A cell phone call and an argument later, the Princess gets her way again.

   Then she complained how she wanted to go across the street to the First State Diner instead of Friendly's.

   I should have shot her in the back 5 times with a hot paintball gun...