Wednesday, we made a trip to the casino. Nobody was a real winner, though I came out on the plus side, leaving with more than I took in. I may tell the tale elsewhere. The thing I am announcing here today is that
SELF-SERVE DRINKS ARE BACK!
We didn't even know. Of all people, FARMER H is the one who made the discovery! We'd already had lunch, courtesy of my player's points. We each had a combo, so as to get the drink. Gambling is pretty thirsty work! There are no refills in the little grill where Farmer H and The Pony had burgers, and I had the chicken club sandwich. But the cups are tall, and I always have some soda (Diet PEPSI) left to carry around with me.
Imagine my surprise when Farmer H showed up at my left elbow, through the clear flap of plastic protecting passersby from my cooties, holding a little foam cup.
"The sodas are back."
Farmer H said he saw people walking around with little cups, and went to investigate.
I had seen the sign that hangs over the self-serve drink area. But I figured it had been there all along, and I hadn't noticed when such drinks were forbidden. Well! They're baa aaack! I don't see why not! Everybody gets a clean cup off the upside-down stack in the holder. Nobody refills those little cups. Nobody would touch a spout with their hand. Just shove the fresh cup against the lever, and the soda pours in. Perfectly safe.
Those clear plastic dividers, however, are NOT!
I swear, the dang weirdos hone in on me like a carbon-dioxide-seeking mosquito at dusk! The first one was a gal who sat down on my right, and lit up a cigarette. You might think that clear plastic divider would protect me from the stream of her second-hand smoke. And it would have! IF she held her cigarette like a civilized person, and not some ill-mannered freak!
SHE HELD IT IN HER HAND, ARM HANGING DOWN AT HER SIDE, SO THE SMOKE CAME UNDER THE CLEAR PLASTIC DIVIDER!
Who does that? Ill-mannered freaks, that's who!
Weirdo Numero Dos actually sat down at that same slot. On my right. And seemed to be minding her manners, immediately getting a bonus on the game I had been playing for an hour, unsuccessfully, on the slot right next to her. I didn't begrudge her the win... okay, YES I DID, I was a begrudgin' curmudgeon! But what really made me give her the stink- side-eye was her penchant for
KICKING ME IN THE ANKLE!
Sweet Gummi Mary! I bet Weirdo Numero Dos kicked me diez times! She didn't even have the courtesy to say she was sorry for chipping away at my lateral malleolus! Not even after I gathered the gumption to look down and sigh heavily enough to sway that clear plastic divider every time she did it.
Those clear plastic dividers need to be full-length!
7 comments:
What was wrong with YOUR foot? A few well-orchestrated shifts, that result in you kicking THEM, works wonders.
What's good for the goose...
Don't throw away the furry butter. That butter dish and its contents could be a museum exhibit in one of your sheds.
What would that shed be called?
Sioux,
Sweet Gummi Mary! I am not about to risk being banned from this casino! Though I can imagine a slap-fight that might ensue, with the two of us combatants separated by a sheet of clear plastic...
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Sioux 2,
Heh, heh! The Pony says the fur mold is actually CRYSTALS. That butter will crystallize like that. He might just have inherited Farmer H's penchant for gaslighting me, hoping that I'll take a bite of furry/crystal butter. Or he might just be using his chemical engineer knowledge.
That shed might be called Where Dairy Goes to Die. We still have The Pony's left-out FEETa cheese in FRIG II. The way things go around here, it will probably be there when the new shed is completed... So that's definitely a shed-in-the-making, with TWO exhibits ready for display.
My Spanish is non-existent, so how many times is diez? I might have made a point of moving my (imaginary) overly large, overly heavy bag right to the spot where he foot was landing so she could bash her toes into something leaden.
Speaking of begrudgin' curmudgeoning, out here there was a $50 million draw happening a few days ago that got won (the whole $50m!) by a young woman who had never in her life bought a ticket before! And she only bought one ticket! Compared to my usual two or three. I'm happy for her, but at the same time wish it had been me. Last night's draw was $80m and my share was a big fat $0. I think I'll take a break from buying tickets.
River,
That's 10. I had to look it up!
I wouldn't risk my gambling purse, which stays around my neck/shoulder! Sometimes it feels as heavy as an anchor, though. But not from money! I had a bottle of water in there, since I didn't know the self-serve drinks were back.
Tough luck on your lottery. I guess that gal was meant to win. Unless there's a conspiracy that the draw game is fixed!
Sometimes I wonder about the "fixing", for weeks at a time there are too many consecutive numbers in the mix. I wrote to the newspaper "just wondering if anyone else had noticed the number of times consecutive numbers were drawn", lo and behold, for the next few weeks there weren't any! So I'm definitely suspicious, but still buying tickets, just in case my numbers get drawn.
River,
My problem with the big draw games is that they used to show it on TV. They'd show the ping pong balls popping around, and getting caught in the tube. The guy would take them out and show the number. But on the final number, they didn't show it enter the tube. Only the guy holding it up. I'm always suspicious when the camera cuts away.
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