We do weird ventures sometimes looking only for something else.

To see what’s atop the stairs or who’s at University during the summer. To the first half-hour a greasy spoon is open, the bus the mall the RE Store. At Park Bowl on a Tuesday early afternoon they took care of us. We never bowled. We ate hot fries and watched empty lanes before a couple we imagined on a second date started to change shoes.  They were not good bowlers, but an alley is lonely when quiet, and since there were no matching shirts or Lebowski characters to be seen it was nice to have the company. We were a big part of the environment there, a majority, and they took care of us with ketchup and extra napkins.  They helped with coins and rushed over to brush our air-hockey puck to make it go faster.