What would you do if, in the early morning hours, before anyone was out and about, you found a bowling ball in the middle of a Depot Town sidewalk while walking your dog?
Would you A) seize the opportunity, do your best Fred Flintstone impersonation, and hurl it down the sidewalk with giddy abandon? Or would you B) worry that it might be some kind of trap, and that the finger holes could be lined with razor blades, or, worse yet, that, if you did throw it, it might take a weird bounce into the street, smash into the side of a passing car, setting in motion a chair reaction which would leave several children dead?
If you answered “B,” you may have OCD.
My first thought, as I stood there looking at the ball, was to post a photo to Facebook, asking people to vote on whether or not I should trow it. Then, though, I began, as I often do, to run through different, horrible scenarios in my mind… a poison-covered needle poking me in the finger, an old person coming out of nowhere and being knocked over like a brittle bowling pin… and I decided to just play it safe and keep walking.
I know I’ve said here before that OCD isn’t too bad, but it really can suck the joy out of life sometimes.
I should have just thrown the fucking ball.
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I’m sure if you search you will find mention of bad guys “bowling for people” in crowded thoroughfares.
Probably just needed the bag for a head.
Someone was probably Irish road bowling.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PwW9_9aOQ4
Is it just me, or does this just cry out for a Depot Town Cross St. Bridge street-bowling night? Or maybe down the hill from E. Cross across the tracks?
You have gotten me thinking.
1. Could one throw a bowling ball at the Diary Queen and have it reach the Thompson block? It is flat enough that this would be possible?
2. If you dropped a bowling ball at the intersection in front of Haab’s, in the middle of Michigan Avenue, how far would it get?