Bowling in Paris

Waking me up from a nap one day the English teachers at Evariste Galois informed me that they were bowling close to my house and that they would be honored if I joined them. I had been missing bowling very much. I had spent all last summer at my brother’s in Lake Tahoe, perfecting my bowling game among many other fruitful activities. I hesitated, I didn’t want to embarrass them with my astronomical bowling skills. Being American I felt I was at a terribly outrageous advantage over the French. Turned out I was right. My game was very rusty but I still won with a 120.