On a Sunday morning at 8am, in a keighley pub, we had got around to doing table tipping. As this reached a point of us wanting more and more, we ended up with my YES/NO table on top of a pub table in the hope of having the bottom one move.
This didn't occur. But as the top table rocked about I decided that this was all well and good but were we just stood influencing the table as a group.
I asked for the table to be thrown at me, explaining that I knew my team mates wouldn't throw the table at me. I envisioned the top of the table being cast square into my face and so had my hands shielding my head a bit.
The table only continued to rock and so I relaxed and observed. Then the table edge struck me with quite a powerful bash. It hit me in the top of my chest and I felt excited about that happening. Upon review I saw that two people had the table move away from their hands and another's hands stay dead still above the table as it moved. So no one tossed it at me. This moment of activity was another crumb to convince me that there's something else out there after we die.
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