Oh my gosh, woman!

We were driving to the pub in the next village. The pub has a billiard table. I refused to play. I do not know how to play it and I do not know the rules. My excuses didn't work. I was pushed to the big, green table and they put a cue into my right hand. I understood, that a white ball is very important. The audience gathered around the table. I hit the white ball, it moved - and dropped into the hole. The disgusted audience thinned out and I was pushed out of the pub. It was my first and the last date. Copyright 4/3/09 Marie Neumann, Pottsville