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| - Note to shoe renters here: Their sizing seems to be 1 size bigger. This will be mentioned again in a moment.
We got to the bowling center during a slower part of the day lane-wise. However, the two older gentleman behind the counter were s-l-o-w. There was a family in front of us who had a decent number to their brood. Each person had to swap out shoes for the next size down, which of course, slowed down progress.
Our turn came to be helped, the gentleman entered all of the details into the register, got the total to us, my wife handed her card over to him, and he left the register wide open while he turned around to help the other gentleman try to figure out some issue with games played for another guest.
We waited for a couple minutes before he turned around at the prompting of what appeared to be a newly arrived supervisor-type person.
Our monetary transaction wrapped up, we traded our street shoes for bowling shoes, and both my wife and mother-in-law had to swap for a size smaller, which drew a comment of, "everybody has had to change shoes today, don't you know what size you wear?" from him. He may have been joking some, but it was tough to read him.
The games went smoothly once the I figured out the technique to get our very non-cooperative touch screen score keeping device to allow me to enter names. The 10 pins seemed to have some glue or gum stuck to the bottom of them, as they didn't want to fall. Not sure if that is the fault of Suncoast or our (lack of) skill.
Between games, we walked to the bar to grab a quick drink, the bartender was very friendly and quick to get us our drinks.
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