I was shopping at Publix today, and a little kid with sandy blond hair was swinging a red light saber all over the place. As I was passing by, he hit me square in the gut with a wild backswing. I'm glad it wasn't real, or I would have been cut in half, but as it was just a replica, it didn't hurt at all. His mother was mortified at what he had done, and he apologized profusely. It was no big deal to me, and I kept assuring them that no harm was done. I really hope that the kid didn't get in trouble; there was something about that kid that I really liked. As I walked away, I smiled and said "May The Force be with you, kid," and he returned my grin.
Now that I think of it, I realize what I liked about the kid; he's a Star Wars nerd just like I was. He had a better light saber than me, though; mine was made of a cardboard shipping tube with blue electrical tape wrapped around it. I hope he's gotten to see the "real" Star Wars, and not the crappy stuff from the past few years.