A little old man boards a bus with a bowling ball in each of his front pockets.

He sits down next to a beautiful young blonde lady, and she can’t help but glance quizzically at the man and his bulging pockets. It’s an uneasy few minutes before the little old man can finally take no more.

“Bowling balls,” he nods reassuringly. The blonde seems a little shocked and stares on. Moments later, she says, “Does it hurt as much as tennis elbow?”