The ping pong table in our back room has a primary purpose I'd like to tell you about. You see, there are little balls and paddles that are supposed to be used in conjunction with said table. You hit the balls back and forth, using the table as a spring board.
It's impossible to do this type of activity when the table is covered with books, craft projects, and yesterday's forgotten glass of chocolate milk. After all, those are just little plastic balls, for crying out loud. They don't possess natural ability to scale mountains or climb out of mole hills.
I am one stack away from actually seeing a complete green surface again. It would be nice to be able to use it for said purpose.
I might even be willing to play a round or two tonight if I don't have to clear it off first…