In Basketball, you drive to the basket past your opponent, and leap gracefully in the air with the ball out in front of you with the intention of laying the ball off the backboard into the basket for two points for you and your team...... at the last possible second, a big fast opponent swoops in from behind and slams the ball into the second row of onlookers..and wags his finger at you.. no basket for you.....
Today, while dumping some nickles, I see the half dollar bag 82 halves short of a full bag. I ask if I can buy it when it fills..no problem says the short male bank teller. ( I can dunk on this guy) So, I scramble into half mode and stop at 6 banks in a quest to find 41 dollars in halves to fill the bag... Finally I hit a bank that has halves I deposited 6 months ago. I get 60 dollars worth and sprint toward the bank with the almost full bag... dump 42 dollars and BINGO! half bag is full. step over to 60 yr old 4 foot 9 female teller (I can definitly dunk on her) and tell her bag is full, and I would like to buy it like last time........."Oh, no, Im going to buy it this time" she says...Rejected!!!!!! oh the humanity.... I had to stand there and watch her drag it across the lobby to the back room... The only consolation is that I did not see any silver staring back at me.....
maybe Ill take up golf.............