Only a pincushion has it worse.
It must not be much fun being a dartboard. All those sharp missiles getting thrown at one, with enough force to power a small rocket. Granted that the red, green, black and white colours are very becoming, especially when set in an orderly concentric fashion; still, it must puncture one’s ego to be the target of so many piercing barbs of the steel kind.
Darts zoom into my life quite suddenly one day when I espy a notice at the office claiming that the staff common room has undergone some refurnishing and a dartboard is the latest addition towards employees’ pursuit...
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