You know who really deserves a prize? The guy who stacked those cones. If Adam manages to get one of his three balls even relatively near the target, the breeze should blow them over. Of course, these things are always fixed. They make it look easy, like having to throw from two feet away, but the balls are often improperly balanced, the cones are welded together, and there are dogs hiding under the counter that jump up and catch your ball in mid-flight. Always a rip off.
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"Remember that time when you emptied your gun shooting at the fleeing suspect but then threw the gun and hit him right in the back of the head?"
"You bet I do. Hey buddy, what's the prize for knocking over these cones?"
"We have a lovely selection of fine imported bamboo canes for you to choose from sir."
These days at the Santa Royale Mid-Twentieth-Century Amusement Park make me think that Rod Serling is about to step out of the shadows.
Adam should use his cane to to sling the ball, like Linus uses his blanket to throw snowballs.
Oh, the suspense, the suspense. I'll never get any sleep tonight, wondering "Will he?", "Won't he?"!
Those stacked cones are like something out of M.C. Escher's work. Way to go, Uncle Joe!
Adam: I want to win something for you, Terry.
Terry: 1. Keep trying, but no matter how many cones you knock down, it takes more to win my heart.
2. Oh, Adam. You're already well on your way to winning my heart.
3. Adam, you're already a winner to me.
4. I remember you have excellent aim.
Yeah. Let's go with #4.
After 8 years apart, here are the things Terry and Adam remember about earch other. She likes heights. She likes roller coasters. He does not like roller coasters. He has excellent aim. Not exactly solid ground to build a romantic relationship on.
It's a good thing the sour-faced guy at the game stand has his eyes closed; or he'd be able to tell that Adam is giving him a blank piece of white cardboard as payment.
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