A couple of years ago, I decided to go to one of my favorite sushi places which happens to be in one of the local Indian casinos. As it happens, I couldn't stop myself from sitting down to a ten-dollar Blackjack table. I won about $2500 on a side bet, and decided to treat myself to a beer. Then, I decided I wanted another, but because I limit myself to one beer if I'm driving, I went to the front desk to see if I could get a room (I used to go there a lot; I usually have a comped room), but they didn't have any available. I asked why there weren't any rooms on a Tuesday night, and the lady at the front desk told me it was because of the show that night, but she wasn't sure what it was. Bummed, I decided to sit down for a couple of more hands before I drove home.
There was this really tall dude sitting there, and I got to chatting with him. Turns out, he had driven his mother over five hundred miles so she could be there to see Theresa Caputo's show. At first, I was angry at the dude for enabling her, but he told me he always accompanies her to this kind of thing because she's mentally ill, and he's afraid she'll do something stupid.
There was this really tall dude sitting there, and I got to chatting with him. Turns out, he had driven his mother over five hundred miles so she could be there to see Theresa Caputo's show. At first, I was angry at the dude for enabling her, but he told me he always accompanies her to this kind of thing because she's mentally ill, and he's afraid she'll do something stupid.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
