As I sat down to write this something occurred to me: When I see someone get tickled I remember every single detail of what happened. I pretty observant otherwise too, but when it comes to tickling even the smallest incident is burned forever in my mind.
We were out to dinner with friends and everyone had left the establishment except me and an old friend. After a while I had decided it was time to head home but he wanted to have some dessert so I waited until he ordered and then turned to leave.
As I walked out a couple were walking in. Both in their early 50's maybe. Nothing unique or special about them as far as I could see. I had never even seen them at this particular place before and we are quite the regulars.
I held the door for them and started to walk through myself when for some reason I turned and looked back just in time to see another woman, slightly younger than me perhaps, walking up behind the couple. Something about her gait made me look for a second longer and she sped up, got behind the couple who had walked in and poked the woman in both sides (jumper cable we used to call it). The woman laughed and spun around and I *think* she said "God! I'm ticklish!" but by then I was out the door.
Two hours at the restaurant and two second of tickling. But a great moment none the less!
~ toyou
We were out to dinner with friends and everyone had left the establishment except me and an old friend. After a while I had decided it was time to head home but he wanted to have some dessert so I waited until he ordered and then turned to leave.
As I walked out a couple were walking in. Both in their early 50's maybe. Nothing unique or special about them as far as I could see. I had never even seen them at this particular place before and we are quite the regulars.
I held the door for them and started to walk through myself when for some reason I turned and looked back just in time to see another woman, slightly younger than me perhaps, walking up behind the couple. Something about her gait made me look for a second longer and she sped up, got behind the couple who had walked in and poked the woman in both sides (jumper cable we used to call it). The woman laughed and spun around and I *think* she said "God! I'm ticklish!" but by then I was out the door.
Two hours at the restaurant and two second of tickling. But a great moment none the less!
~ toyou
