Not a Lot of Time on My Hands
After finding that my brother had turned his dining room table in to a table tennis arena, I told him that I would like to play him a few times. He asked me if I knew the table tennis rules, and I told him that I could just figure it out as we go along. He didn’t really like my answer, so he told me that he would not let me play until I read through the rule book. I knew that this was going to be a long and tedious process, so I told him that I would just come by another time.
