Friday, August 20, 2004

Mohegan Sun -- A drunk at the ATM

I'm standing at the ATM, about to suck some cash from the machine, when an attractive, thin blonde stumbles into me.

"I don't have any more money," she slurs. Had I a match, her breath would flame from her mouth. I notice she's holding up the wall.

"I was up nine hundred," she says. "Then I lost it all. Roulette. Now I can't find my husband." She giggles. "I need more money," she says as I reach for my Krispy Kreme-destined bills. (We all have our vices, after all.)

"Don't be stupid," I utter as I turn away, her hands already trying to force her credit card into the slot.

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