Today we'll take a small pause from the topics of house and home to discuss a recent eye opening experience. I went to the horse races and a nearby casino. We were secret shoppers. It was an interesting cross section of humanity, rivaled only by the diversity of an airport or an emergency room.
1. I bet on a horse named Endless Possibilities. That was a misnomer. When he came strutting out I turned to the man next to me and asked, "Where's his mommy?"
2. We stood in line to place a bet behind a man who was a dead ringer for Kenny Rogers. There was a glint of determination in his eye that was rivaled only by Jaws or Mr. T and I gave him a wide berth.
3. I observed the slot machines and saw an old woman with lavender hair, a walker and a fanny pack that had a high probability of containing a set of brass knuckles.
4. I also observed a nicely put together woman in her 40's wearing an expensive suit and carrying a Prada purse who proceeded to assault her slot machine while spewing profanities about, "Stupid bing cherries, blankety blankety blank."
5. It must be a requirement for workers to dress according the fashion standards of the 1970's. I was so enthralled with the blue eyeshadow on my black jack dealer (and the likelihood of her eyelids being able to land a plane with the aid of a small spotlight), I accidentally went double down in a fairly public and stupid way. Then again, the only gambling I've done in my life was playing for pennies with my cousins.
6. And last but not least, as we exited the building (and passed an alarming number of families with small children), I saw a woman clutch papers in her hand and whisper, "Come on... give me some luck... mama's gotta make rent."
The day was... memorable.