There's just something about me and balls. They just keep flying to me. Like a natural ball-netic kinda thing.
Just within these three months, I've been hit in the head by a soccer ball twice.
And then a week ago, a ball of paper came flying down towards me from the fourth storey. Some dude thought area cleaning would be made easier with an improvised soccer ball and he scored a goal.
But balls don't levitate in the air, and so it came down towards me.
Narrowly missing my head by an inch and hitting with my hand with a resounding 'phaack'. And everybody else around me ducked for cover.
Just something about balls and me.
