There’s
something to be said about the exhilarating feeling of opening the door of a
casino. You have money to burn and you dream of winning big. So big that you’ll
pay off the mortgage, the credit cards, the doctor bills. You will be a hero by the time you’re done
with this place. When you get home your husband will bow down and call you “Queen”.
Your
girlfriends that came with you have all gone off in different directions
because you, you had to work on your plan.
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So you’re
walking around, scoping out the scene, looking for your lucky table, when you
see her. There she is, the
little old lady running a Blackjack table. She will be nice and friendly so
this is a good place to start the night. As you sit on one of the stools, she
glares at you as if you are an idiot. “Are you betting or not?” she
growls. Fumbling around you finally place your bet and she begins to
throw the cards down. You notice it seems to bring the little old lady pleasure when she says, “Busted.”
It’s a dead give away by the big grin that stretches across her very wrinkled
face. After a while, you feel you should spread the happiness to someone else,
so you leave this table before she passes out from the excitement.
As you
saunter around in your new low-rise jeans, t-shirt and heels you are feeling
pretty confident about your appearance. After all how many 45-year-old women
can pull off this outfit and look good in it? Then as you turn the corner, you
see her. Yes, it’s HER. You know the
one. She’s got the low-rise jeans too but no mushroom belly. Oh and her t-shirt seems to be a lot perkier
than yours. The long blonde flowy hair
that bounces as she flirts with the guys surrounding her makes you wish you had
gotten the extensions you had been considering last week. You turn around and go the other way because
it’s just too crowded over here with HER.
This
experience has to get better. You go to the slots and pull the handle repeatedly.
Win a little and lose even more. You’re thinking that gambling really isn’t
what it’s made out to be but the environment is exciting and you’re going to
see a great show tonight with the girls. Still mindlessly pulling the slot
machine, you sit there, and then suddenly you hit the jackpot! The lights flashing,
the sirens begin screaming, you are a winner! You won 500 bucks playing the
slots.
After
you claim your winnings, it is all you can do to keep yourself from going over
to the little old lady’s table and gloating. However, because you have class
and she has gone on her break you will not do that. Maybe you’ll drop by and
dangle some of your money in front of HER. You can just picture her following
you around like a little puppy. Ok, come on back to reality. She has the guys, the
body and probably money too.
As you
pack up to go home you ponder about how to spend the money you won. Savings
account? Pay off a credit card? Or maybe you’ll just buy a pair of jeans that fit,
have a good cup of Starbuck’s and take the family to a movie.
I wrote this a while back for an online magazine. I thought of it when Write on Edge challenged us to write about jeans this week. I love this topic cause I love jeans. I'd like to win $500.00 but unfortunately this never happened although I can pull off some low-rise jeans and a t-shirt.
