Spasmo and I took a trip down to Belterra Casino today. she went to play the penny slots and I sat down at the blackjack table. I did OK. I came away up a couple of hundred bucks, which is nice, but nothing to write home about. However, as I'm getting ready to color up, I hear a shout from the craps table right next to me:
"I'M RICH!!!! I'M RICH!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!! EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!!!!"
It was an older gentleman that had clearly had a good roll. It was so cliche-sounding, though, that I half expected to hear the sound of a heart-attack followed by a whispered gift of a new stack of chips to the man next to him that had gone out of his way to befriend him just that evening, after learning that the old-timer had no friends or family left.
Thankfully, no heart attack ensued, and some lucky fellow is going to be in the market for a nice new automobile come Monday, I think.
"I'M RICH!!!! I'M RICH!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!! EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!!!!"
It was an older gentleman that had clearly had a good roll. It was so cliche-sounding, though, that I half expected to hear the sound of a heart-attack followed by a whispered gift of a new stack of chips to the man next to him that had gone out of his way to befriend him just that evening, after learning that the old-timer had no friends or family left.
Thankfully, no heart attack ensued, and some lucky fellow is going to be in the market for a nice new automobile come Monday, I think.
