God damn, so this literally just happened like an hour ago at work. Had to share the story while it’s fresh.

I’m standing at the printer waiting for a big document to finish printing. I’m talking to a coworker who has his kid there. His kid is maybe 4 years old and running around with a little nerf pistol “arresting people”. Cute kid, not uncommon for people to bring their kids around.

As we’re watching the kid “arrest” one of the women at work I hear a loud click and then suddenly an instantaneous dreadful pain in my nuts.

I’m immediately bent over, try for a second to stay standing leaning on the copier but I can’t and I crumble to my knees.

I’m on my knees holding my nads as the pain invades my core, no idea what happened, and slump forward with my forehead on the ground.

I roll to my side and say, “What the fuck was that?” through a grimace and I see the guy I was talking to kind of stunned with a dumb and shocked smile on his face and he’s looking at me and someone else.

I look over and see our other coworker, a woman in her mid-20s, standing there with her eyes open wide and her hand covering her mouth. Her other hand is holding a very large nerf gun.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you there!! I didn’t think it would be that hard!!”

By this point I’m on my back with my hands over my head trying to breath again, my nut is absolutely throbbing. I’m sweating and can tell my face is flush red.

She says sorry a bunch more times and asks what she can do. She runs off before I can answer and buys a soda can from the vending machine thinking I can use it to ice myself lol (I do end up using the can to ice myself lol)

But this is why I decided to come to this sub and post.

Maybe 20 minutes after I get up and return to my desk she walks in my office.

“Hey, I just need you to know I’m so so sorry about earlier. I hope you’re okay.”

I tell her don’t worry about it, shit happens, then make a joke about how she needs to improve her aim and she better watch her back.

She starts to head out but stands awkwardly in the doorway, kind of bites her lip and looks down. Looks back at me and asks:

“I’m sorry…I’ve gotta know…which one did I get?”