Early summer 1993

A really nice and sunny day, and we spent the whole day in school... How bad can things get?
(Not that we were always such good boys: I remember that one time that we didn't want to go to drawing class and told the teacher, when we came into class 2,5 hours late that we were sucked into the train to the other side of Holland :oD)
But anyway... We did our duty at school and now we were on our way home. There was Arno, Arno and me and two others and we were all going to the same station, so we pretty much always travelled together.
We found seats in a closed compartment in the train, room for 6 people, so we were comfortable and having fun there, window open, enjoying our trip back.
Then Arno (not me, the other goofball) suddenly put his head outside the window. He was a guy with long, curly hair, looking pretty much like the heavy-metal type and as soon as the wind blowing along the train caught his hear it went straight up. It looked absolutely hilarious.
He had his face against the wind direction, and he had his eyes closed, to prevent them from starting watering and he got the ingenious idea to spit into the air.
I don't know if he didn't realize that he was facing the wind or if he had the intention to spit up in the air, but it ended so that he spit and the wind blew everything straight back into his face.
The look on his face was completely surprised and some kind of mixture of disgust and an uncomfortable grin. And all that time we'd been watching him and when we saw this happen we laughed so much we almost choked.
Ofcourse Arno had to hear this story for the rest of our school time...