Tuesdays...

Have you ever been bowling at three in the afternoon? Neither had I untill yesterday. My friend Will and I were bored and we came to an agreement that bowling would be a sufficient time waster. When we arrived at the ally, the parking lot was a ghost town. "Think its open?" Will asked. I was sure that it was. We parked and ventured in. "Two shoes and a lane please," I called to the smiling man behind the counter. He happened to be one of the two other people that were there. The place was ours. We got lane number one and sat down to put on our shoes. The two toned toe protectors were almost as attractive as the bowling balls we combed through to find our perfect match. With no one else there, we were able to choose any one we wanted from the collection. As we began our games, there was no pressure from pros in the next lane, or loud, snobby kids who didn't want to leave. It was just the two of us. Not that the privacy improved out scores. Game one: 115 to 125, Game two: 76 to 104. Needless to say, we didn't bowl very often. When we threw poorly, the curse words would stream from our mouths without hesitation. No one was around to judge us. And when we bowled strikes, a small but fearless dance party would break out. After two games, we cashed out and went to Dairy Queen for a small reward. The moral of the story? If your a terrible bowler and need some practice, go in the afternoon on a Tuesday, you will be the only one there.