I take an early morning bus, and it's often crowded. Last week was no exception, particularly one day, when a man, perhaps in his forties, stepped on the bus. He was loud, and even though it was 8 am, the thought of him being drunk entered my mind.
He was going to the casino, he kept saying. We all knew. He sat down next to a woman, probably half his age, and let her know that he was going to casino.
And she actually talked to him and then the young man across the aisle talked to him about blackjack and how to play to win. Then the guy sitting next to me, a completely different man, starting talking to me about slots, about how he was playing some slots for a while and didn't win, and then this lady came after him, played a little, and the lights went off and the sounds went off because she had won the jackpot.
Sometimes strange little jackpots...
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