A Made Up “Themed” Story in Honor of the Day

It was an average day in Brooklyn. I was approached by a man who said he was from Bowling Green. He asked me if I could spare a few bucks and told me his sad story. He was a mess and there was oil all over him. He looked like he’d just crawled out of a gutter or something.

This may strike you as odd, but I really felt bad for this guy. I knew if I didn’t help him, I’d feel like a real turkey. I gave him $20, which he put in his pocket before he split down an alley. I heard him laughing as he ran away, and I knew I had been taken hook, line, and sinker. This really put me in a foul mood.

Angrily I decided to take a stroll down the lane. I wanted to find a place where I could really have a ball. I was in luck. I saw a big sign with arrows pointing me to a shady looking bar across the street. I dodged a few car bumpers as I ran toward a sleeper of a place called The Anchor.

I won’t lie, it was a very weird place. I walked in and saw a huge, framed picture of Earl Anthony hanging on the back wall. He was sitting on a buck with a large rack. I couldn’t help but stare at it, until I saw her.

Seated at a table in the middle of the room was a beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair with blue eyes. She wore a pin on her blouse that said, “I’m on a roll.” I took a chance and decided to slide onto the chair next to her. She stared at me as a waitress took my order. I barely got “Hello” out of my mouth when she tossed her drink in my face. She quietly got up and left.

Everyone in the place was staring at me as the waitress brought me my order. I realized that the night would not get any better, so I decided to call it a night. But first, I wanted to finish my beer (frame).

Happy National Bowling Day!