Spare Me
Posted on Friday, August 17th, 2007 at 21:19.
This post is titled as such so that Steph can say, “Puns are the lowest form of humor,” in my head.
Arthur, Mark, and I went bowling tonight.
Bowling seems mind numbingly simple: roll a non-ergonomic ball across the floor and knock down wobbly pins. The simplicity of the game is why it’s so frustrating. Anyone with a little physical precision should be able to at least get a few spares and a strike.
I bowled a 62, half the score of Mark and a third of Arthur’s. Even the five-year-old in the lane beside me scored higher. Only an earthquake would have helped me.
The cashier, who merrily charged us $39 for a single game, snickered as I returned my shoes.
Like every good bowling alley, there was an arcade. I figured that I could enjoy a few games of pinball. I played two games of pinball. Each lasted under a minute, even with a pity ball.
Despondent, I went over to the gumball machine with my last quarter. The machine was one of those tall ones with chasing tube lights and zigzag planes with a hole in each plane so the ball is fun to watch as it is dispensed.
My gumball got stuck in the tube lighting on its way down. I tried shaking it loose, but the cashier shot me a scornful look before I could retrieve the candy.
Let me reiterate: I lost at the gumball machine.
Tonight just wasn’t my night for playing with balls.
We had lots of fun though.
$39 for one game of bowling? Was the lane paved with solid gold?
Aha…ahahaha…ahahahahahaahahaha :) I, as did William Shakespeare, have a soft place in my heart for puns. :)