Flying Disc Jockey

Story Submitted by Ted:

Melissa and I met online, and we both discovered mutual interests in the outdoors and Frisbee.  I asked her out to a date at the local park, where we could grab lunch and toss a Frisbee around.

We met and walked through the park.  People sat on blankets, kids ran around, and street musicians played their music under trees.  I took a few steps toward the mass of people, and I turned to Melissa, with the intent of finding a nice patch of grass and breaking out the Frisbee.

She said, "You shouldn't be on there," and she pointed to a sign that said "Please keep off the grass."

I looked around at the scores of people who were laughing or reading or having fun all around us, on the grass. But she read my thoughts and said, "No way.  Just because they're doing it doesn't mean I'm going to."

I asked, "Where do you propose we toss the Frisbee around?"

She said, "Somewhere else.  You find a place.  This was your idea."

We walked up and down the park, and despite the fact that people were literally all over the grass, Melissa wouldn't have any of it.  "It says 'keep off the grass.'  All of these people are going to get it."

We ended up walking out of the park and through a residential area.  We strolled by an especially large front yard with a brick house when she jogged up the yard a bit and clapped her hands.  "Toss it."

It was then my turn to be hesitant.  I said, "This is someone's front yard.  You think they'd be cool with us playing Frisbee here?"

She replied, "I don't see any 'no trespassing' or 'keep off the grass' signs.  Toss it."

"So just because there's no sign, it's okay?"

"Toss it."

I did, and we went back and forth for about 10 minutes before a middle-aged guy in a ball cap came out the front door of the house, took a few steps toward us and yelled, "Can I help you?"

Melissa shouted back, "We're just fine, but thanks."  She tossed me the Frisbee.

I caught it and shouted to the man, "Sorry.  We'll move on," then said, "Come on," to Melissa, and hurried back towards the road.

She caught up with me and said, "Way to puss out.  You have a lot to learn about impressing girls."

"And you have a lot to learn about respecting private property."

"Private property?  Wow.  Swoon.  Let me take my top off, puss."

I said, "I think I'm going to head out."

"You do that, puss."

I've since found a better Frisbee partner, and we play on the grass all over the park.


  1. WTF kind of park isn't designed to have people on the grass? I don't understand.

  2. My guess would be that the city has had problems with parties and the life taking place in the park, but didn't have the grounds to remove them.

    With signs up, for the most part they would never be enforced, but could be should the need arise.


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