My day at the lanes.

I just got back from my office's Bowling Day excursion and, as usual, I was the worst bowler.

My supervisor Ethan, who's a couple years older than me and very frat boy, was the best.

At one point, though, he was about to bowl using the blue-colored, medium-sized ball that he'd selected.

And I yelled out, "GO BLUE BALL!" But only he heard me.

And he smirked. Then, he paused. Then, he chuckled. Then, he bowled a strike.

All the while, I was laughing.

I'm sure I'll be hearing from Human Resources soon.