A Jovial Twosome

The only component of bowling that can be deemed as fulfilling is the profound satisfaction one gets when one glances down at the silly shoes that delightfully lack of harmonizing colors. I covet a twosome of such delightful foot wear for they have a jovial disposition. But, any time I glimpse up from the happiness planted underside my short frame, a vast displeasure at my surroundings urges me to run through substantial smoke and out the door….with the shoes still fastened to me. My whole being is in disagreement with the lack of enjoyment, unsoiled air, and music that was not performed by men with perms that characterizes every such structure where a weighty orb is plunked down in the effort to destabilize a grouping of off-white plods of wood. If the atmosphere is not enough to disgruntle my person, the sport itself will assuredly accomplish a similar distress. My inability to achieve victory at the sport is not a factor in my annoyance. In fact, I am relatively proud to say I have not wasted time on improving my proficiency of striking at the foundation of positioned sticks. My aggravation is owed to the uncreative and fruitless squandering of my existence.

I wear a size 5 and ½…..