So Monday night, the Team Leader decided we needed a team outing, and what better than bowling? It was me, two co-workers, the Team Leader, and the Director. Everyone grabbed their bright, questionable rental shoes and those dreaded bowling balls. You know the ones—either too heavy with perfect holes, or perfect weight with holes too tight.
My co-worker went first. Big show-off, naturally. Top scores, lots of “look at me” moves.
Then it was my turn. I grab my ball, do my classic “pretend aim” at the lane, start walking… and just as I release the ball, my feet stage a revolt. Yup. I step over the line and slide right onto my backside. Full landing. Flawless.
It was mortifying, especially with the semi-pro bowlers next to us probably thinking, “Seriously? Who taught her how to bowl?” But honestly, it was hilarious. I became the ultimate ice breaker.
For the next three days, I swear my legs were staging a protest. Walking? Painful. Bending? Painful. Sitting? Painful. Felt like I might have tweaked something major. Today? Mostly recovered, and still fully proud of my performance.
Best part? After my fall, the “curse” seemed to spread. Everyone started slipping, tripping, or fumbling in some way. None of them as spectacularly as I did, of course. Laughter echoed for the rest of the night, and the game instantly became unforgettable.
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