Bowling's gettin expensive
Story 1:
The owner of the bowling alley gives away free game coupons for anyone who bowls a turkey (three strikes in a row for you roast beef people). A girl in our group of 11 had bowled four strikes in a row plus a spare. So this Jamaican looking guy who worked at the alley came over to our group and said the girl "Alright here's a free game, but if you bowl a strike on this next bowl, I'll give you another free game." Sure enough, she bowled a strike. We were all making a ton of noise with our excitement. Even the dedicated bowlers on the bumper lanes next to us were distracted enough to stop and watch us. I was the bowler after her and he said "ok, now if this guy gets a strike I'll give everyone in the group a free game!" I was like "dude, don't do this to me." So after 23 years of always failing under pressure, I wound up and bowled a strike. Amazing. Everyone was going crazy; the guy was running around the alley saying "oh snap!".
Story 2:
I only knew 2 people out of the 11. Within the first 2 minutes of my arrival I made a really funny comment (it happens every blue moon). There was this guy who you could tell has been popular all his life; he heard my comment, thought it was hilarious, and consequently wanted to hang around me. As I noticed this I sorta tried to avoid him because I was thinking "if he hangs around me long enough, he'll realize that I'm not as cool or funny as he thought I was...and he'll eventually reject me."
I just thought this was interesting because this gives insight into how incredibly conscious I am of the social status of myself and those around me.
I have so much respect for people who aren't aware of differences and see people as people; I envy them because I try so hard to be that way, but fail constantly.
The owner of the bowling alley gives away free game coupons for anyone who bowls a turkey (three strikes in a row for you roast beef people). A girl in our group of 11 had bowled four strikes in a row plus a spare. So this Jamaican looking guy who worked at the alley came over to our group and said the girl "Alright here's a free game, but if you bowl a strike on this next bowl, I'll give you another free game." Sure enough, she bowled a strike. We were all making a ton of noise with our excitement. Even the dedicated bowlers on the bumper lanes next to us were distracted enough to stop and watch us. I was the bowler after her and he said "ok, now if this guy gets a strike I'll give everyone in the group a free game!" I was like "dude, don't do this to me." So after 23 years of always failing under pressure, I wound up and bowled a strike. Amazing. Everyone was going crazy; the guy was running around the alley saying "oh snap!".
Story 2:
I only knew 2 people out of the 11. Within the first 2 minutes of my arrival I made a really funny comment (it happens every blue moon). There was this guy who you could tell has been popular all his life; he heard my comment, thought it was hilarious, and consequently wanted to hang around me. As I noticed this I sorta tried to avoid him because I was thinking "if he hangs around me long enough, he'll realize that I'm not as cool or funny as he thought I was...and he'll eventually reject me."
I just thought this was interesting because this gives insight into how incredibly conscious I am of the social status of myself and those around me.
I have so much respect for people who aren't aware of differences and see people as people; I envy them because I try so hard to be that way, but fail constantly.
posted by Martin | 10:38 PM
1 Comments:
Having read your blog, I'm certain that you make funny comments more often than once every blue moon. You ARE one of the cool kids, Martin. Don't believe otherwise, for a minute. ;)
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