On Monday at school our teacher was running a little late, so all of us kids were loitering in the hall. In the planter next to us, there was a sprinkler with something obviously broken, as it was spraying a good amount of water straight down into the dirt and making a rather odd gurgling noise.
I decided that it would be a good idea to play with it. The group of people in my vicinity crowded around behind me to see was I was doing as I crouched down and began to yank on the sprinkler head to see if I could aim the water stream in a more appropriate direction. I realized something was wrong when I noticed that the small yellow cap on the top of the sprinkler started to slowly lift itself off. Suddenly, a maelstrom of water erupted into my face and into the crowd of people around me.
People were diving out of the way of the water jet as fast as they could. After a few seconds of complete chaos, everyone had collected their bearings. I was completely drenched, and a number of others were almost just as wet. Everyone burst out into laughter at the situation. It was then that I noticed that the stream of water was shooting out full force right onto the door that lead into our class, effectively preventing anyone who wished to remain dry from entering the room. Blair had to go and ruin the fun by taking the flat plastic cover from the sprinkler control valves and putting it over the broken sprinkler, therefore forcing the jet stream to shoot down into the dirt again. A few moments passed as we laughed about it some more, then after all but a few giggles had died away, the teacher walked around the corner. He walked up to the door and stopped, looking rather confused at why the door was completely wet. We all exploded into laughter again.
