“Hello Dan Patch Lanes,” I said into the phone as I made change for Opie’s Bud Light.
“Hi,” a nine or ten-year-old boy said. “Do you have ummm, ten-pound balls?”
“Yes, we do,” I said.
“Oh, ummm,” he said. There were giggles in the background. “It’s a girl,” he said to the gigglers. “Ok, thanks.”

Ha!