God, what a fiasco that was.
Every so often, patients here are selected to go on an outing. As it so happens, an outing was arranged yesterday to go to a bowling alley. I really was not sure what to expect. As it turned out, I rolled a princely 87. That’s right. An 87. My problem, of course, was that my approach was for crap. There was a young man named Robert whose job it was to follow directly behind me and hold on to the back of my shirt to make sure that I didn’t fall. He certainly had his work cut out for him. It was one hëll of an adventure on every throw. They had the bumpers up, and all too often my ball skittered to the left, ricocheted off the bumper and skidded across the alley. Not one of my better outings, to put it mildly.
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