Munch and I went on a play date with Munch’s bestie, Daphne and her mom Velma. Daphne and Munch share a mutual love of Scooby Doo and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I was so happy to get a chance to know Velma better.
We got all of us shoes, and they put the bumpers up. Both girls decided that it was time to get some snacks after the third frame. The little girls had kiddie cocktails and chips. Velma had a bloody Mary, and I settled on a root beer. My choice of beverage was a wise choice given what was in store for me later.
On the ninth frame, Munch decided to kick the bowling ball. She struggled a lot with getting enough speed on the bowling ball. The owner had to rescue two stuck balls. In my haste to prevent her from breaking a toe, I tried to stop the ball. Yep, I ran down the bowling aisle that is all slick. I slipped and fell hard on my head and my butt.
I gingerly got up and walked back to Velma. All I could whisper was “shit”. How could I have been so stupid? I managed to finish the last frames, and I drove us home. I also endured Munch’s admonitions about not running on the lanes. I had to finally tell her that I did not need to be reminded every two minutes of my sheer stupidity. Thankfully I escaped without a concussion. My headache finally disappeared after Tylenol, an ice pack and a nap. Velma, I would love another play date, but I think we should stick to non bowling activities from now on.