Bowled Over

By several things...

My dad had just got himself a new bowling ball and was gonna try it out at the club tonight. Since it has been yonkers since I last bowled, I decided to join him just to see how I would fare.

At the bowling centre, I opened up my bowling bag which had over yonkers collected dust just sitting in the store room and realised that it wasn't my ball!

"Hey, I think I brought one of your bowling balls. This isn't mine." I said

"But that's your bag what. Nobody else uses it" my dad said.

"Maybe you used it for one of your balls? Is this yours?" I asked.

So my dad took the ball out and went, "This is yours what!"

"But mine is a dark purple 'Zone' ball, with pink and yellow inserts." I quipped.

"No la! That one was chipped so long ago, and you bought this one la," he said.

I looked at the marbled blue and orange 'Storm' ball with yellow inserts. I tried it and the inserts and the span fit. Hmmmm. How come I forgot about this ball ah?

Anyway, I ended the first game with a score of 126, followed by 148, then 158 and 172. I decided to stop at the fourth game because I didn't think my scores would keep improving at 172. ;p

But also because my thighs were aching and my toes were cramping! I never used to feel like that after a mere 4 games of bowling. I think it comes with age. Seriously. Sigh.

Besides, I'd better save them thighs and toes for tomorrow's departmental teambuilding - a whole day of treasure hunting at the beach!