I am waiting for one of the bowlers to pick me up. Here comes one of them now. Crap its a guy and this one throws hard but he doesn't pick me. Thank god as I am pink and white. We wouldn't want one of his he-man bowling buddies too question his orientation would we. It might get ugly.
He approaches the lane like twinkle toes Flintstone. One of the guys yells at him to bowl like a man. This distracts our friend and the ball goes wide making it dust the gutters. He yells out an epithet that no mother would want to hear. The guys are laughing at him and he flips the bird at them.
He approaches the the ball rack to select another one.
Pick Me! I'll get that strike for ya!
He listened. I feel myself being hoisted out of my spot and we approach the lane. No fancy foot work this time but I find myself flying through the air and land with such a force I feel I could split in two. I didn't and twinkle toes got the strike.