> # Based on a True Story - Part 3

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> Posted by Justin on September 02, 2015 at 02:54:50

> So here's part 3.

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> We pick this back up with me standing in the tank in chest-deep water, with one of the younger kids at the block party asking for a turn in the dunk tank.

> "Yeah Kevin, you can definitely have a turn getting dunked..." I hopped out of the tank and Kevin went to climb the ladder. "But hold on one second, Kevin. Come over here with me. Hey, Cody!"

> I put my arm around Cody's shoulder and made every effort to drip on him. "Hey Cody, do you know what I'm thinking?"

> "That you want to go change into nice dry clothes?"

> "Nope, I'm actually quite comfortable as I am. Guess again!"

> "That you want Kevin there to go in the dunk tank, and we can all dunk him?"

> "You're getting warmer. I do want to dunk Kevin. But before I do that, I think you might want to take a turn in the dunk tank."

> "Oh, that won't be necessary. There's all these other people who want to go in, I wouldn't want to delay them. I think you inspired them with your great dunk tank sportsmanship."

> "You're right, Cody, and I really have you to thank for that! And I wouldn't want to be rude and fail to thank you for recommending the dunk tank to me. Getting dunked has been the highlight of my day - no, the highlight of my WEEK. And I'm SURE everyone else won't mind waiting their turn to go in the dunk tank, if it means giving YOU an opportunity to enjoy the dunk tank. RIGHT GUYS?"

> Everyone starting clapping. "Cody! Cody! Cody!" Cody rolled his eyes at me, but smiled and started to unlace his shoes. He climbed up on the dunk tank wearing a red long sleeve shirt and blue soccer shorts.

> "OK Justin here's the deal - if you don't dunk me with your three shots, I'm getting out of here and staying dry."

> That was moderately concerning, since I hadn't put my glasses back on, and don't have great hand-eye coordination. But it seemed like a reasonable ultimatum. But I suspected that even if I missed the target, Cody would PROBABLY end up in the water anyway, one way or another. So I took my first shot. And missed.

> "Ho ho! Do we need to give everyone helmets in case they get hit by a fly ball?"

> Yeah, I earned that. I shrugged it off and took another shot, and.... missed again.

> "Hey Justin, give me just one second. I'm going to go put my shoes and my hat back on, then put my wallet back in my pocket, and grab my cell phone, and THEN climb back up here. Because if you throw like that there is NO CHANCE I'm hitting the water."

> "You need SHORTER trash talk, Cody. I fell asleep halfway through that."

> "Well, you're throwing like you're asleep!"

> "That's better."

> I carefully planned my next move... I'm not great at pitching tennis balls, but I AM a good sprinter... and judged the distance to the target. There were quite a few other factors to analyze. Cody tended to be a bit slow on the uptake, so that would probably buy me an extra second or two. But, I was still in bare feet and the grass was muddy and slippery from the dunk tank splashes, so that would slow me down. And even Cody HAD to suspect the oldest trick in the history of dunk tanks... But then again, it looks like he spotted a girl he has a crush on, and was trying to flirt with her (as much as its possible to "flirt" from the hot seat of a dunk tank. And, this is an area where being fully clothed is likely a disadvantage, but I digress.)

> Well, I had to make a decision, and figured, what the hell, it would be a smarter bet to rush the target. So I took off sprinting towards the target. The gamble paid off in my favor, and I connected with the target before Cody could take evasive action, and I didn't even slip and fall into a mud puddle. Cody hit the water, hard, and made a big splash which doused me. He surfaced and turned to me.

> "You jackass!" He splashed a bunch of water at my face. I figured he was within in rights to do that, so I laughed it off.

> "Come on Cody, its all fun."

> "You cheated."

> "Its a dunk tank, Cody, you're supposed to get dunked. Come on."

> "I'm done," he started to climb out of the tank.

> Crap, I actually made him mad. Oops.

> "Wait, Cody." I tried to put out my hand to keep him from jumping out of the tank, but I think I accidentally pushed him back into the water, which didn't help things.

> "What the hell man?!"

> "No, wait, Cody. I'm sorry. I owe you. You can dunk me or pie me or whatever you want. But hold on a second. I think Gwen over there wants to see you stay in the dunk tank for a few more turns, if you know what I mean."

> His face perked up at the name of his not-so-secret crush, but he gave me a suspicious look.

> "I'm not messing you man, I'm serious. She's been standing over there the whole time. I think she likes seeing you wet." I smirked.

> That seems to have done the trick, and Cody wasn't mad at me anymore. (He's like that, get's over stuff quickly.)

> "Well, ok then. But this isn't over. We are so not even. You have no idea how not even we are. And one day when you least suspect it, I'll enact my revenge. You won't know what to suspect. Underwear in the freezer. Pudding in your shoes. Replace your tooth paste with diaper rash cream. You won't be able to go to sleep at night or wake up in the morning without..."

> "Cody?"

> "Yeah?"

> "Shut the hell up and get back on the seat thing."

> "Ok. But you stay the hell away from that target or I'm taking you down. Now."

> "Fair enough."

> Cody put a smile back on his face, and allowed his soon-to-be girlfriend to knock him into the water a few times. And he was a good sport about allowing some of the other kids to dunk him. He obviously wasn't enjoying the experience as much as I did, but he was at least a good sport about it. But eventually he had enough of falling into the water, and declared his turn over and climbed out of the tank.

> "Hey Justin, guess what, for some reason I'm all wet."

> "Weird. Did you maybe go in the dunk tank by accident or something?"

> "Maybe, but you know what's really weird? I think somehow the dunk tank malfunctioned or something, because somehow I ended up falling the water and getting soaked in all my clothes, even though all of the tennis balls you threw MISSED the target. Any idea what that's about?"

> "Ummm, sorry about that, man." I did feel bad about that, since it did actually upset him, which wasn't my intention.

> "Just curious, have you dried out my now? I'm trying to figure out how long before my clothes dry."

> "Uh yeah, I'm mostly dry, I guess."

> "Oh good." He gave me a bear hug which of course caused me to get drenched again. "Don't worry about cheating at the dunk tank, Justin. I forgive you."

> "Um, thanks. So we're even now?"

> "No no no, Justin. We're not even. Not even close."

> "Well, I'm sure I can handle whatever you throw at me."

> Some of the younger kids were going in the dunk tank now. We went back over to our group of friends, who congratulated us for taking one for the team. Cody and Gwen traded lustful glances. I asked if anyone else wanted to go in the dunk tank. My friends traded awkward glances with each other "um, my swimsuit's at home," "I need to go to soccer practice in a minute," "the little kids are having a good time." So not a lot of interest. The group was starting to split up and head home now that the funny part (dunking me and Cody) was over. Except one of my friends, Alex, said, "Uh, actually I'll do it, I guess, if you're looking for volunteers. I mean, if you want me to. But I don't have to if everyone's leaving."

> He had a nervous smile on his face, like he really WANTED to go in the dunk tank, but didn't want it to look like he wanted to.

> Cody answered him, "Sure man, we'll stick around. Its pretty fun. And I'll make sure this jackass (points at me) doesn't pull any funny business while you're in the tank."

> Alex gave up on trying to seem apathetic, and burst into a full grin, and said "Awesome!" and ran over to get in line behind a few younger kids to take a turn in the tank. The kids were like "Alex, YOU'RE going to get dunked?" He said "Yeah man. Hurry this line up."

> One of my friends was like, "At least its not hard to keep him amused."

> My other friend said, "Well, seriously I do need to leave for soccer practice. So if you guys have this dunk tank situation under control here, I'll be seeing you later."

> "Fine," I said, "But don't think I'm noticing who's brave enough to go in the dunk tank and who's chickening out."

> "Whatever."

> So Cody and I and Alex stuck around for a while until Alex got his turn in the dunk tank. Currently that kid Kevin was in the tank, and a mild ruckus broke out when the kid behind him in line wanted Kevin's turn to be over.

> "Hey guys, how about everyone gets dunked 5 times, then gives someone else a turn. Then you can get back in line and go in the dunk tank again if you want." Cody was trying to keep the peace after threatening to freeze my boxer shorts. But his plan worked, and we hung out until Alex was done in the dunk tank.

> So by this point, it was getting humid out, and I was honestly starting to get uncomfortable. My clothes were not-quite-dry, and my underwear were damp and honestly starting to chafe a bit. That and the ground was starting to get muddy from all the water, and walking in the mud and stuff was getting old. It was time for a shower and a change of clean, dry clothes.

> "We done here, gentlemen?" I asked.

> "Yep." Cody and Alex responded.

> "We can go back to my house if you want." I offered. They took me up on my offer.

> Alex was just wearing flip flops, but me and Cody had to walk around to where we left our shoes and socks. I said to Cody, "Hey man, seriously, I'm sorry for rushing the target. I didn't mean to piss you off."

> He said, "No, its OK, I over reacted. I just wasn't ready and water shot up my nose and stuff and startled me. Sorry for giving you a hard time."

> "Thanks."

> He smiled, "But we're not even."

> "That's cool, do your worst... oh shit!!!"

> "What?"

> Before I went in the dunk tank, I took off my glasses and stuck them in one of my shoes along with my socks and wallet. But apparently someone stepped on my shoes or something and bent my glasses. I showed them to Cody.

> "My parents are going to kill me, this is the second set of glasses I broke this month."

> "Shit man, sorry. Maybe we can fix them?"

> "Who would STEP on my SHOES? What the HELL?" I fumed.

> "Maybe you should have worn flip flops today?"

> "Cody, how would that have helped? Why the hell would someone kick my shoes? They're all the way over here, no one should have been over here."

> "Maybe they were overcome by the foul smell coming from your socks and tried to squash it?"

> I glared at Cody.

> "Umm, sorry. But they just look bent, we can probably fix them before your parents see."

> So anyway we gathered up our shoes and stuff and headed a few blocks to my house. As we turned the corner, I saw my parents sitting on our front porch, so that kind of blew my plan of sneaking in before they noticed anything was up. Now, to be fair, my parents were generally pretty easy going about most of my teenage antics, as long as it didn't involve me coming home in a police car. But they had a few pet peeves which would set them off, one of which being me breaking my glasses. No obviously when they saw us walk up the driveway wet, dirty and barefoot, they knew something was up. I figured I just needed to go confront them.

> "What happened to you guys?" my dad asked.

> Between the three of us we explained about the dunk tank at the block party and that we volunteered to let people dunk us.

> "So why didn't you change into your swimsuits first, if you were going to go in the water?"

> "Um, we just didn't want to leave the party, I figured it was OK to get these clothes wet." I said.

> "Well, you guys need to shower and change into clean clothes before you sit on the furniture. I'm sure Justin can loan you some clean clothes if you want." my mom graciously offered.

> I thought we were free at this point, relatively unscolded. My then my dad, who I think has a 6th sense for when I screw something up, asked, "Where are your glasses, Justin?"

> "Well, I took them off before I went in the dunk tank, obviously. So I put them in my shoe to keep them safe. But them someone stepped on them or something..."

> "Come on Justin! How many times are we going to go through this with you?"

> "What do you want me to do? Every time I go swimming somewhere or whatever I just put my glasses in my shoes. What else am I supposed to do?"

> "Maybe think! Maybe be responsible? Was there no one OFF THE GROUND you could have put your glasses? No one could have held them for you?"

> "It a DUNK TANK, dad! What was I supposed to do?"

> My friends, wisely, started to back up, lest they get caught in the cross fire.

> "Well did you HAVE to go in that dunk tank right the hell then? You couldn't have walked the two blocks to come home, left your glasses here, and put on your swimsuit before playing in the water?"

> "Dad..."

> "Um, can I say something?" Cody asked. A brave thing to do, but my parents liked Cody for some reason.

> "What, Cody?"

> "Um, Mr. S, Justin asked me to hold his glasses for him, but I screwed up and stuck them in his shoes instead and forgot about them. I'm sorry. But also, you know how it was real cold earlier? No one was going in the dunk tank because it was so cold. A bunch of the littler kids asked if someone would go in, and Justin agreed to go in. He was probably in there for like half an hour when it was so cold no one else would go in. Just sayin..."

> It sounded kind of cheesy, but it worked. "OK. Go shower. Leave your glasses with me. We'll talk later."

> So I was safe to live long enough to take one last shower.

> So we got cleaned off and changed into dry clothes and went to play video games and have dinner. My dad managed to fix my glasses which he dropped in front of me without a word.

> I said, "So, Cody, I guess I now need to thank you for stopping my dad from killing me."

> "No problem. I figured they probably wouldn't take anything out on me.... But you know what this means?"

> "We're even less even?"

> "Exactly. I've been sitting here brainstorming ways to get you back. Water balloon attack at the bus stop. Dipping your hand in ice water while you sleep. And then telling everyone you wet the bed."

> Alex jumped in, "Steal your lunch money. TP your house. Break your glasses, again."

> "What did I do to you, Alex?" I asked.

> Cody jumped back in. "Fill your water bottle with salt water. Whipped cream in your gym socks. Actually, maybe I'll just replace your gym uniform with a cheerleader outfit."

> "Well, Cody, if that's the kind of thing you're in to..."

> He thought for a second, then got it. "Screw you. But your own fault for telling me your locker combination."

> "Tell you guys what - why don't you just surprise me. It would be more fun for you that way. And I won't have to listen to your stupid ideas."

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