That's right, folks - I wore a helmet. For slo-pitch softball. And then after hitting, I noticed that no one else out there was wearing one (except for a five-year-old kid). What the hell, people - I'm the last one to wear a helmet skiing (and went into that kicking and screaming), but the only jackass wearing a helmet when huge balls are flying around? (that's what she said, I know.)
So I begrudgingly took it over and went helmet-free the rest of the time. I'm sure my date was happy.
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