I looked at the board I just punched pretty amazed at what I had accomplished. I punched a board and broke it!
Quiver in fear meer, mortal beings. Beings who cannot break boards with their hands and feet. Muua-hahahahahahaha…
I had always wanted to learn martial arts and a couple years ago I decided it was time for action. A new Tae Kwon Do school had opened less than five minutes from my house. I stopped in one day to chat with the Master of the school. I liked what I saw and signed up after he cut me a great deal on the price.
I met a lot of great people. I worked out my aggression, had fun, got in shape, and made a few friends.
That’s how I met the guy who ripped out my bathroom. The guy whom I thought was my friend, but turned really flaky in the middle of the project and vanished. He was an out-of-work contractor. I was working and had projects that needed to be done. A win-win situation in my view.
Then one day he vanished. He stopped returning my calls and emails about the bathroom project. I was hurt and confused. A little later my financial situation changed, and when my contract ran out I didn’t renew my Tae Kwon Do sessions.
Jump forward a few years. I decided to text this guy because I was still confused and pissed about my unfinished bathroom. We agreed to have lunch. I’m not the sort of person to back down from conflict and I really wanted the chance to confront this loser.
At our lunch, I discovered the reason for his weird behavior. He had a crush on me. Say what? I was a bit flummoxed. I’m a decent looking gal, but as a woman you usually get a sense when something like that is going on. I would never in a million years have guessed that from him.
I’m glad we had lunch. I’m glad the mystery is solved. I miss Tae Kwon Do. I hope when my financial situation improves that I can resume it. I wasn’t the best, but I had fun. I’m also way more sane when exercise is part of my routine.
I’m not glad I still have a half-finished bathroom.
Life Lesson – do not hire an out-of-work contractor you meet in martial arts class.
This post is linked up over at Mama’s Losing It. The prompt I chose? Tell us about something you’ve punched. Not quite as cool as tell as about when someone punched you. But it’ll do.