The ball was white/light gray. It has the surface texture of plaster of Paris, but it is somewhat lighter than would be appropriate for its canteloupe-like size.
I don't think I actually pictured a whole person as pushing the ball, more likely it was a disembodied hand or the general sensation of pushing it myself.
I remember being specifically intrigued that I pictured the ball rolling back towards the center of the table and pondering why I had chosen the table to be slightly concave. I don't remember more attributes of the table, but I have the feeling that has more to do with inattention to its details rather than not picturing them at the time.
I imagine that, based on the framing of the story, my interpretation was to picture the sphere as a literal entity, but the person as the "concept of a push"... The table probably lied somewhere in the middle.
All I can think of is a gruff, blue collar worker coming home, covered in oil stains. He hangs up his hardhat and lunch pail at the door. "You would not believe the day I had!" He says, "Some jackass put the 9 dies in the 6 press, and I had to spend all morning trying to pry open the hydraulics without fucking them up. After all that, I get a call that the serifs are too long on the ones and they're getting sorted as sevens!"
If it makes you feel better, "one third" is realistically a reduced precision approximation of something like 23/64 (from a genealogical perspective) or near 33% of certain markers on a genetic panel.
The "disbanding" of the pandemic response team is largely misrepresented. I don't disagree with the rest, or see how it's at all relevant to the current conversation.
There have been so many studies showing that everyone from average joes to top-tier judges can't tell the difference between cheap and expensive wines.
Lol, I've said for years that you should always buy second cheapest booze (unless it's a variety you're passionate about). Never go cheapest because... Shudder... But usually second cheapest is good enough.
I assume cocaine also has some kind of ballmer peak