Change of heart

I rolled the bowling ball down the alley. It stopped half way.

I said, “What’s going on?!”

The bowling ball said, “I don’t want to do this.”

I said, “What do you mean?”

The bowling ball said, “Just what I said.”

I said, “But you always roll down the lane and knock over some pins.”

The bowling ball said, “Yeah, but not anymore.”

I said, “Well, I wish you’d told me ahead of time.”

The bowling ball said, “You wouldn’t have listened to me.”

By now the people in neighboring lanes were listening in.

I sighed, walked down the alley, and picked up the bowling ball. I walked back to my car, set the bowling ball in the backseat, put on its safety belt and drove towards home.

About halfway home, I said, “I’m sorry you think I don’t listen to you.”

The bowling ball said, “I’m sorry I made a scene.”

I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the reflection of a streetlight on the bowling ball.