When I was a teenager I couldn't afford to pay a fine. The community service program sent me to the bingo hall. I had to walk around and sell tickets to people who took their game far too seriously. They hated me and called me slow! I've hated bingo ever since!
So that's where you started to go wrong. For normal teenagers it was a pool hall, not a bingo hall. But who ever said you were normal, eh?
That is a good point. Anyone calling me normal might have a few screws loose of their own.
I concur
Not normal