Bowling With the Homies

Tonight was a "Fun Night" for our JH small groups. The guys played a huge game of Dodgeball (which they have affectionately renamed "Kill Ball") while the ladies took over one of the two local bowling alleys for two hours of madness. This one requires you to leave a shoe when you check out the rentals, which I haven't done since I was maybe ten.

About half of my girls came to the event...it was really fun. We danced (a lot), and bowled until we could bowl no more.

At the end of the night, we had to turn our shoes in. I walk up with my right shoe, having forfeited my left shoe a few hours earlier.

I stood as the man helped about three dozen girls get their shoes...then he looked around for my match for a few minutes and said, "hold on, let me get a few more of these girls out of here."

So I waited. I waited until it was just me and the girls I was supposed to be driving home. (And Bethany, who was paying the bill...and the girls she was driving home.)

Finally, all three workers are searching for my shoe...and then they give up. The man says, "Alright. This happens, like, twice a year. Here's our policy: buy a new pair of shoes and bring back the receipt and we'll reimburse you."

So, I left my phone number. By this time we're friends so I said, "Please only call if you find my shoe...not to ask me on a date."

And then I said, "Oh, and could you please hold up my shoe so I can take a picture and blog about this? And could you make a face like 'I don't know where your shoe went!'?"

So...here's my new pal:

The other guy working there said, "Come bowling and get free shoes. Sweet!"

But, I was more focused on the fact that I would have to walk out of there in my white socks...shoe-less...through the nasty parking lot...sick. And, somewhere, someone has an extra left converse...greedy jerk!