Idiot of the Day

As you read recently, I visited the bowling alley for the first time in several years, and amongst the strikes, spares, copious amounts of fried food offerings and beer, you knew there had to be an idiot in the house. You just knew it.

This crazy lady brought her kid to the lanes for a little family entertainment. You know, because nothing says quality family time like bringing your 6-year-old to the bowling alley on a Sunday at 10 p.m. Nothing.

And you know when good parenting is taking place when she does a number of first-class mother moves. Like, for instance, letting him chuck 8 balls down the lane with no bumpers at a speed a slug could outpace. Or maybe it was letting him down the 64-ounce soft drink at 10 at night when the kid should be, oh I dunno, sleeping. Or, and this was the best, standing there watching the kid while he stuck he head into the ball return chute. You know, the one the flings the ball from under the floor at a steady 25 mph. Yeah, bitch stood there and laughed as her kid jammed his head down the thing begging to have his face crushed. Douglass, Kelly and I were in abject fear we'd see our first face removal. What an idiot.