The return of the Bankroll
There was no choice but to buy a fantastic purse for SuperGirl. This was the only way I could secure the return of my bankroll without having to make ridiculous vows about Poker gains and the time needed away from her to earn them.
I took her to SnootyVille where we traded $450 for what I mistook for a miniature version of a purse it purported to represent. Wrong. It's was that size by design. W-h-a-t-e-v-e-r. In a moment of genius which I'd anticipated and planned prior to arriving in SnootyVille, I point-out a matching wallet that I assured SuperGirl would be hers alone were she to release the remaining $ from my win for Poker use, which I'd cultivate into spoils and riches befitting Louis Vuitton himself.
Unfortunately, SnootyVille didn't have a layaway plan, and worse, instituted a draconian restocking-fee. I'd thought perhaps putting the wallet on the charge card, but thought perhaps that the powers-that-be might take offense at this defiant act of forgoing conclusion!
SuperGirl, gently handing back the wallet to the tall, flat-chested saleswoman serving today as
Snootyville's dungeon master, seemed sad and actually had that look we've all had at the realization of just how ordinary one's budget is despite convincing oneself of just how extraordinary one is. But, in the movie moment of the year if ever there was one SuperGirl, having never watched Rocky II, whispered "Win, baby, win".
Fighting back tears, I commanded the Sith Lordess behind the counter, already begun sizing-up other customers, to turn back and wrap the wallet (biatch)! I handed over my treasured Gold AMEX and swore I heard Jaba the Slut silently say "what's the matter Asshole, can't afford the Platinum Amex?" So, I made her wrap it twice.
SuperGirl loves her new accessories. While she tranfers her old effects to the new 650$ storage array, she encourages me to return home with more winnings. I begin to tell her that Poker isn't a money tree but more like a well. As I begun to unravel my intricate, heavily and oft analyzed allegorical treatise on Poker, I realize the moment I saw her nodding, momentarily vacuous head, that I'd been wasting my time. So, instead, I plan my return engagement to the casino and find out later that SuperGirl and her pack of fellow superheros look forward to looking beautifully accessorized and solving crimes.
Coming next: The Grind.
I took her to SnootyVille where we traded $450 for what I mistook for a miniature version of a purse it purported to represent. Wrong. It's was that size by design. W-h-a-t-e-v-e-r. In a moment of genius which I'd anticipated and planned prior to arriving in SnootyVille, I point-out a matching wallet that I assured SuperGirl would be hers alone were she to release the remaining $ from my win for Poker use, which I'd cultivate into spoils and riches befitting Louis Vuitton himself.
Unfortunately, SnootyVille didn't have a layaway plan, and worse, instituted a draconian restocking-fee. I'd thought perhaps putting the wallet on the charge card, but thought perhaps that the powers-that-be might take offense at this defiant act of forgoing conclusion!
SuperGirl, gently handing back the wallet to the tall, flat-chested saleswoman serving today as
Snootyville's dungeon master, seemed sad and actually had that look we've all had at the realization of just how ordinary one's budget is despite convincing oneself of just how extraordinary one is. But, in the movie moment of the year if ever there was one SuperGirl, having never watched Rocky II, whispered "Win, baby, win".
Fighting back tears, I commanded the Sith Lordess behind the counter, already begun sizing-up other customers, to turn back and wrap the wallet (biatch)! I handed over my treasured Gold AMEX and swore I heard Jaba the Slut silently say "what's the matter Asshole, can't afford the Platinum Amex?" So, I made her wrap it twice.
SuperGirl loves her new accessories. While she tranfers her old effects to the new 650$ storage array, she encourages me to return home with more winnings. I begin to tell her that Poker isn't a money tree but more like a well. As I begun to unravel my intricate, heavily and oft analyzed allegorical treatise on Poker, I realize the moment I saw her nodding, momentarily vacuous head, that I'd been wasting my time. So, instead, I plan my return engagement to the casino and find out later that SuperGirl and her pack of fellow superheros look forward to looking beautifully accessorized and solving crimes.
Coming next: The Grind.
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