my pet peeve in the world of bowling is the women.

not all the women, but the simpy, pointless women who come down to Dan Patch Lanes all curled-up Mondovi haired, mascaraed and blue-eye-lined and sit in a booth watching their husband’s bowl.

i wouldn’t mind these women if they just hung out and watched their husbands bowl, because you know, you do whatever makes you happy and what not. but these women drive me batty, because when they aren’t just sitting there with blank looks of either boredom or idiocy on their faces,they watch me like a hawk making sure i don’t throw their husbands on the counter and fuck them before the fifth frame instead of handing him a miller high life.

really, i thought maybe it was all in my head. but them me mamala came in to relieve me tonight and said, “wow, you’re getting the look of death.”

then tommy said, “because you’re cuter.”

ha!