While I was driving my daughter back to her apartment, my youngest son called me. He'd been bowling. I asked him how he'd done, and he said, "Good." Normally I'd have left it at that, but since we have to get a couple of more scores in to qualify for the Special Olympics regionals, I asked him what his score was. He said, "133." As he said it I looked to my right and saw a sign hanging above the breakdown lane that said Something Something 133. I did a double-take. Yep, 133. And then the sign was behind me. I wish that I'd had time to get a picture, but hey, my word is my bond.
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