Not sure if this is *completely* Fonz-worthy, but it seems everyone else around here has at least one (Eh LMP?)...
Last night, things were getting a bit stressful. I'd had a bit of a poor tuning session, and had a comitee meeting to run to immediately after shooting. Having shot apparently my last end, I started packing away my bow, being interupted by someone asking about a competition entry. I heard the whistle blow, and set off towards the targets. Our sports hall isn't *that* big, but I couldn't see where my luminous yellow fletchings were. "Er...anyone know what boss I was on", I said, about half way down.
It was when I got to the bosses that I realised that despite the fact that there were no arrows in my quiver - there were none in the targets either. Then I remembered the first thing I do when packing up is put my arrows back in the tube - and that I hadn't actually shot that end of arrows.
Last night, things were getting a bit stressful. I'd had a bit of a poor tuning session, and had a comitee meeting to run to immediately after shooting. Having shot apparently my last end, I started packing away my bow, being interupted by someone asking about a competition entry. I heard the whistle blow, and set off towards the targets. Our sports hall isn't *that* big, but I couldn't see where my luminous yellow fletchings were. "Er...anyone know what boss I was on", I said, about half way down.
It was when I got to the bosses that I realised that despite the fact that there were no arrows in my quiver - there were none in the targets either. Then I remembered the first thing I do when packing up is put my arrows back in the tube - and that I hadn't actually shot that end of arrows.