The bowling center was hopping when we arrived at 2:15 this afternoon. Upon reflection, though, we decided that we shouldn't have been surprised. It was, after all, a cold and rainy Sunday on Thanksgiving weekend, and most of the kids all around us were bowling like maniacs, wildly flinging their balls down the lanes.
"Who's the kid?" one guy a couple lanes over shouted as he waved his arms. "It's me! I'm the kid!"
"It's a turkey for Thanksgiving!" another shrieked as his ball careened off the bumpers for an impressive third strike in a row.
And in the next lane over, a little girl named Lucy bowled three games against herself, precisely angling the ramp between each roll of her six-pound ball. She never achieved a score above 58, but she probably walked 2000 steps in the process.
I'm sure their parents were happy they were out of the house.
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