Lane Number Forty-Two
Nov 5th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The Lucky 100 Bowling Plaza of Wahoo, Nebraska, always kept lane number forty-two cordoned off with a fancy red rope. On summer nights, the waiting room filled with families waiting to bowl, but lane number forty-two would always remain closed.
One particularly busy evening, Mickey Landsman was especially irked that he had to wait while there was a perfectly good lane not being used. But when he complained to the manager, he was informed that the lane was reserved for God.
As it turns out, when he has the free time, God visits the Lucky 100 to get in a few frames.
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