This one time… I was about 20 years old and at the huge Bethlehem School Gala day in Tauranga.
A van load of us made the trip over from Rotorua (about an hour away).
I was just casually strolling through the crowds with a mate of mine and bumped shoulders with a guy coming in the opposite direction (as you do).
He spun around all huffed up “Do you want a fight??!!” he shouted.
The guy was tiny. About 4 years younger than me (about 16) and wearing a oversized hoody.
He was actually jumping around on the spot all wild and ready.
I had just purchased my favourite icecream of all time – the Fruju Tropical Snow, and had only taken a bite or 2 from orange, and hadn’t even started on banana or lemon yet, so obviously my reply to this punk was “OK, I’ll just finish my icecream”.
So I just stood there and took another bite of orange flavour and just looked around at the crowd. I wasn’t going to rush it, this thing was delicious.
And I’m not a fighter either. I thought the guy would just give up and leave.
Next thing I know, I’m walking back through the crowd in the opposite direction with a headache and no icecream.
“What happened Steve?” I asked the guy pulling me along by my jersey in an obvious hurry. “Where are we going?” I ask him.
“Just come with me” he says.
That’s all I remember of that day. About 2mins of footage.
It turned out the punk had knocked me out cold with one punch. The mild concussion had left huge holes in my memory of that day/night.
Steve told me later that I had asked “What happened Steve?” about 8 times on the way back to our van and each time had instantly forgotten his response and asked the same question again about 1 minute later.
I’m just annoyed that I lost my Tropical Snow. But actually I couldn’t eat them after that because they gave me a headache because they reminded me of that concussion.