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Do you see that number in the subject line? That’s how much I owe the bowling alley for the replacement ceiling tile and labor to fix it.
Is it a drop in the bucket compared to what’s in my bank account? Of course.
Is it a tidal wave of cost to my ego…yes, I shall never recover from this.
Not to mention, being eliminated from the league after one night…because of my poor performance. It’s a tough pill to swallow, and I’m afraid I’ll never show my face in public again.
Not to mention, after the chocolate lava cake convo with Maple, that’s where we left things. I don’t think she wanted to be seen with the man who crashed a bowling ball in the ceiling.
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?
Henrietta
To:Hardy Hopper
From: Everly Plum
Subject: RE: $157.89
In all honestly, I’m typing this email through teary eyes as I’m still laughing about the bowling ball smashing into the ceiling.
I don’t think I’ve stopped laughing.
Anytime I think about it, I buckle over and my eyes water.
Easily one of the top moments of my life. So if anything, we might have been kicked out of the league and you have to pay an invoice for damage, but my God, you’ve brought me a tremendous amount of joy.
If it makes you feel any better, I think I did call Timothy, “Tomothy” once, and every time I think about it, sweat erupts on the back of my neck.
Maybe we both should just duck our heads and never show our faces in public again.
The Prof
P.S. You still good for finishing up the bridal shower décor on Thursday?
To:Everly Plum
From: Hardy Hopper
Subject: RE: $157.89
I’m going to be straightforward with you—calling someone Tomothy instead of Timothy doesn’t even come close to rocketing a bowling ball up to the moon and then back down to Earth where it settled in the gutter once again.
Not comparable.
You may show your face in public.
I, on the other hand, am going to bury my head in a bag of almonds.
And yes, still on for Thursday. See you there, Plum.
Henrietta
To:Hardy Hopper
From: JP Cane
Subject: Be an ally
