Here's a little story for you.
We arrived, and I was super excited to bowl. Look at the joy and wonderment on my face. I even bought new lucky-duck socks for the occasion.
Everyone got their shoes. Everyone's were the same.
Except mine. The kids pointed and laughed.
Peggy, the lovely birthday girl, came and whispered in my ear that things were going to be okay. Because as Strongbad says in my favorite Homestar Runner ever, "Every one is different, No two people are the same."
Spontaneous dancing ensued.
Happy Birthday Peg! I'm sorry I'm such a crappy candlestick bowler.