Day 278
Taking Graig
& Dad to the casino
Yeah!
That’s the “guy”!---Heard he will absolutely “corrupt”…anyone! Even, nuns!
Umm!
Hmm! I took three nuns to the race
track! (Pray for me! Please!)
So?
One fine Christmas Day, I decide to go to the casino! Wow! A stretch---even…for
me!
Well!
Of course, Lady Candice refused to go (reckon she really does want to get to
heaven---one day…50+ years with me pretty much precludes such futile wishes, I
guess) and the kids were still too young to go (can’t gamble until 21---too
young…I’m too old! But, still dumb!
So?
I conscripted son-in-law Graig to go (much to daughter Beth’s chagrin), but,
like Miss Candy of the wife-persuasion, she knew better than to “reform” Dad.
Brother John was visiting from Chicago-town for the holiday-event and it took
little coaxing to enlist his presence.
Brother
John is lucky, for the most part; especially at gambling. (But, I won the lottery $100k)
Anyway,
off we go, three hopeful, bright-eyed Christmas-elves
wishing for riches and fame.
Well!
Graig promptly lost his $10.00 and sulked angrily at his “bad”-Luck! I soon
joined him.
Brother
John was winning at Black-jack and didn’t want to leave the “lucky”-table
gold-mine!
Losers
Graig and “Carlos” stood stupidly-by watching the Chicago-kid add to his
holdings. We were right next to a bank of slot machines where a rather “large”
woman with an even bigger mouth and a boisterous screech was winning even more
than “Lucky”-John! $3-Grand! As brother-John was walking up to Graig and I while
shoving his winnings in his bulging pockets explaining that he had a turn of
“cold”-luck and asking what we were watching.
The
slot player’s husband walked up about the same time brother-John reached the
broke-“spectators”. The “large”-gal wildly gesticulated her acumen to her
spindly husband; he stood dumbfounded, apparently used to such treatment at the
hands of his “Lucky”-mate.
Brother
innocently inquired, “What’s going on?”
Before
I could answer, Graig, already quite upset about his losses, shouted out in
response, “She’s winning some more money to buy groceries to feed her fat-ass!”
The
“Pa Kettle”-husband look-alike gave the three of us a sly look and a weak smile
as we quietly and unobtrusively retreated with Lucky-John smiling and two “losers” grimacing.
Maybe
it was my sin to gamble on Christmas,
and, I corrupted two innocents (one
Lucky, the other like me) so the punishment
might have been deserved. Hmm!
Anyway,
the story makes for “Great” Christmas holiday lore. Even, I, can smile at the tale.
I still “gamble”
the lottery---can’t win…if you don’t play! I reckon!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “7 come 11!) Memories!
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