A game of tag that’s been going for 20+ years – kottke.org

I was tagged spectacularly a few years back when a friend popped round to show me his new car. As I approached it, Sean sprang out of the boot where he’d been hiding and tagged me. He’d flown 800 miles from Seattle to San Francisco just to stop being “it” — to shrug off the “mantle of shame”, as we call it. My wife was so startled she fell and injured her knee, but she wasn’t angry; she was pleased to see Sean.

Dieser Artikel taucht regelmäßig in meiner Filterblase auf; das ist eine der großartigsten Aktionen um eine Gruppe Menschen beisammen zu halten.