You Never Know When Murder Will Strike

After a night of some intense bowling, I saw this awesome pair of bowling shoes near the counter. They weren’t black and red. They were yellow & blue.
Plus, they were my size.
The colors looked great!
I decided to snatch them.
Some pimply, out of shape manager with greasy, dandruff filled black hair stopped me right before exiting the building.
He said, “Sir, where are you going with those shoes?”
I said, “These are for me. Is that ok?”
He snatched them out my hand and said, “I never want to see you here ever again.”
I took a 11 lb bowling bowl and smashed his head about 5 times with it.
He was balled to death
Two other employees began helping me.
They said in the midst of the beat down, that they hated him and he would never allow them to take a lunch.
A really shitty boss.
As he laid there in a bloody mess, the shoes were ruined.
Blood, part of his brain, flesh and other matter stained the shoes horribly.
They had no other shoes like them.
The two employees told me that if they ever get a pair like them ever again, they’ll give me a call and I can just pick them up.
They also told me, I can come here anytime I want, for free.
I’m not banned from this bowling alley.
They gave me a new bowling ball for all the hassles I had here tonight.
I shook their hands and went about my marry way.
When I awoke, My dream enlightened me.
I decided to go bowling that evening.
Who knows, maybe I’ll see those green & yellow shoes.
If stopped & questioned, maybe I’ll be kind and spare them their lives.