cheburashka
Senior Chief Petty Officer
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- May 28, 2005
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I live in a neighborhood with its own gravel ramp, so I've never experienced what you guys are describing while loading my boat. However, yesterday I got a feel for what you go through.
At at the bowling alley.
I get to my lane and there's a family bowling on the lane to the left of ours, but taking up the tables for the lanes on either side of them. No place to sit. We get our shoes on while standing up and we're ready to roll. I look down, and there's a very large woman sitting on the step down to the ball return area, right in the middle of the approach to my lane. I wait a few minutes until she gets up, so she ends up bowling next to me. Of course, she sets up to bowl first even though her pins haven't even reset yet, so I have to wait. She heaves the ball Flintstone-style down the lane and plants herself at the foul line, watching her ball crawl toward the pins. I figure it's safe for me to bowl. As I move down the lane, she decides that her ball has moved too far to the right, so she side-steps into my lane so that from her perspective it looks like the ball might hit a pin or two. And there she is, standing right between me and my pins watching her ball crawl into the gutter.
This continued for two games. Oddly enough, it didn't matter if her ball was tracking too far to the right, or too far to the left. She always had to watch it from my lane.
All I can say is, I'm glad I don't have to deal with that kind of nonsense at the ramp.
At at the bowling alley.
I get to my lane and there's a family bowling on the lane to the left of ours, but taking up the tables for the lanes on either side of them. No place to sit. We get our shoes on while standing up and we're ready to roll. I look down, and there's a very large woman sitting on the step down to the ball return area, right in the middle of the approach to my lane. I wait a few minutes until she gets up, so she ends up bowling next to me. Of course, she sets up to bowl first even though her pins haven't even reset yet, so I have to wait. She heaves the ball Flintstone-style down the lane and plants herself at the foul line, watching her ball crawl toward the pins. I figure it's safe for me to bowl. As I move down the lane, she decides that her ball has moved too far to the right, so she side-steps into my lane so that from her perspective it looks like the ball might hit a pin or two. And there she is, standing right between me and my pins watching her ball crawl into the gutter.
This continued for two games. Oddly enough, it didn't matter if her ball was tracking too far to the right, or too far to the left. She always had to watch it from my lane.
All I can say is, I'm glad I don't have to deal with that kind of nonsense at the ramp.