Riding home from Jaffa today on the bus with Rapha, we began dueling with a straw (me) and the stick end of a balloon-on-a-stick (Rapha).
We were way at the back of the bus and it was half full. It was one of those double coaches meant to carry masses.
Suddenly, the balloon part of Rapha’s “sword” popped. Loudly. Echoing throughout.
The driver slowed and many heads turned.
OMG! dawned with the implications of what had just happened.
When a balloon is not just a balloon.