DIY bowling in Depot Town

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.