When we got there, David slapped down
a five dollar bill on the counter. The man behind the booth handed him three
darts. David looked over at me, and gave a little half smile. He got ready to
throw the first dart. Pop. Pop. He popped two balloons.
“What did I just get myself into”, I thought
to myself. Pop. Pop. He did it again. This time I actually said it out loud,
and he just laughed. He got ready to throw his last dart. Pop. This time he
only popped one.
Now it’s my turn. I went to give the
man running the booth five dollars, but David beat me to it. I just looked at
him.
“This bet was my idea. It’s only fair
that I pay for both rounds”, He said. I nodded my head in agreement, and then
got ready to throw my first dart. The metal was cold on my fingers. I released
the dart. Pop. I had only popped one balloon. David chuckled a little. I just
stared at the dart trying to remember what it felt like to throw that dart, and
tried to calculate what I could do to make my next throw better. The second
dart was in my hand. I adjusted my aim a little, but just before I went to
throw the dart, I heard David’s voice.
“Gather round ladies and gents. Piper
is about to make her next attempt at balloon darts.” He sounded like a baseball
announcer. “She has popped one already. Can she do it again?” When I looked at
him, he just laughed a little. I rolled my eyes, and got ready to throw my next
dart. I released. Pop. Pop. Two popped.
“Well look at that folks. Piper has
popped two. Will she be able to beat David? She needs to pop at least three
balloons on this next throw. Can Piper do the impossible?” David was being such
a dork. The last dart was in my hands. I could feel my anticipation weighing
down my shoulders. A shiver went down my back. I took in a deep breath as I aimed
to the far side of the booth. I released for the last time. Pop. Pop. Pop. I looked
over at David his jaw was on the ground.
“Look at that ladies and gents. She
can do the impossible. Piper has just popped not one, not two, but three balloons”,
I said acting like I had a microphone in my hand. Then I giggled. “So David.” He
looked away from the dart and to me. “Where are we going for ice cream?”
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