Sunday, before we left for the Foxwoods casino in Connecticut, TLW’s (The Little Woman’s) wanna-be bank was nice enough to bring coffee, bagels, and Duncan Donuts on the board for the trip. TLW wanted the aisle seat so she could commiserate with her two buddies, Toots II and a new member of the banking covenant, Pat, the Patron Saint of Foxwoods Points!. (This is probably another blog someday, when it is slow.)
People were slowly getting on the bus, and the food was at the front where people were getting on. My stomach was speaking to me, telling me that it needed to be fed, and when the bagel and coffee announcement was made, I nudged TLW.
“Let’s wait until everyone gets on the bus first.” Said TLW.
“Why?” said I
“Because!”
“Because, why?”
They kept making the announcement, which was becoming difficult to hear over my stomach yelling at me.
“But I’m hungry, go up and get a bagel and some coffee.”
You see, boys and girls, for 38 years this woman has been causing me to be out of luck when it comes to a choice. What do I mean? I’m glad you asked!
If for instance, we were on a sinking ship, the ship was crowded, and there were only a few lifeboats, as the crew waited for her to step on the lifeboat, she would step aside, and be polite. That’s right, let everyone else on the lifeboat and we would have to swim! This has happened all too often, where I have lost the best seats, the best tables and the best chances. It may answer the question you must all ask yourselves: Why did she ever marry him? She was polite, and I was all that was left!
Please remember my brother-in-law, John, DD and all those that need our prayers.
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