“How’d you do today?” I ask after he presses the button for our floor in the casino parking garage.
“Well, it’s a new ball,” he replies, indicating the swirled-red and black bowling ball he’s go balanced on the top of his rolling luggage, “so I’m still trying to get the hang of it. 175 averaged over 3 games, but the other day I did 187 over five games.”
“Sounds like progress to me!” I say nonsensically.
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