It’s not that I can’t throw in a straight line. I can, to an extent. But something about these darts feel a little kamikaze. No matter how hard I try to throw them at the correct target, they tend to veer off in random directions. I’m wondering if they are purposefully designed to be difficult. I start thinking about the science behind such a manipulation and get distracted. Aidan interrupts my thoughts. “Are you afraid they’ll come back to attack you?” I can hear the laughter in his tone. I turn, pointing one of the metal tips at his nose. “No, but I am concerned that my next throw might be the one that sends someone to the emergency room.” I hand him the remaining darts. “Here, you do it.” He shakes his head but takes my place in front of the balloons. His first throw lands just left of a large red balloon. I smile a bit, feeling justified that it’s not just me. He throws again and this time the dart lands between two blue and green balloons. This time, I don’t even try to hide my grin.
