In my teenage years, on this one occasion I’d spend a couple of hours in a recreation room and was just about to leave. I was making my way towards the exit door of a recreation room just as a guy had entered; and on picking up some darts he was making his way towards the dartboard.
Our paths met at the point where you throw the darts, and as I was just about to pass him he asked if I wanted to play.
With my back to the dartboard, and facing him, I took one dart from his hand and threw it over my shoulder, and carried on walking towards the exit door; and as I did so I said:
“There’s no point, I’m no good at darts”
Moments later, as I reached the exit and was just about to leave, I glanced back at the dartboard and noticed to my utter surprise that the dart I threw over my shoulder had gone straight into bullseye.
The expression on the guys face was a picture ‘one of ‘opened mouth’ and gobsmacked’.
It was a fluke, so I just continued on my course and left without saying another word.