Don’t count your chickens until they hatch!

Once upon a time, I went to a casino. I mean that I went to a casino to do something other than meet the Mean Old Grunchie Old Grinchie for breakfast at Sacy’s Restaurant by the Back Bay. I am not a gambler. I can’t stand being around cigarette smoke. I hate when a “band” includes a young woman who dances around with a saxophone the whole time, NEVER ONCE BLOWING ONE NOTE OUT OF IT! (My musician brother-in-law hated it with me but he doesn’t read this 🐸) My plan that night was to observe. When we walked in, the GG handed me a twenty dollar bill and pointed me to the slot musheens.

Backing up a bit, I guess I maybe hadn’t been in a *casino* before but I had definitely seen a slot musheen before. They were all over the Black Hills/Badlands area in South Dakota when we took our last Big Family Trip out there in 1998. You know that kind of trip. The kids get sick, the car dies, and the dog runs away. Er, except nobody got sick and we didn’t have a dog and the car didn’t exactly break down but the fuel pump in the POC made a funky noise as we were driving away from the WORST Holiday Inn in Chicagoland on our way home and I was nervous about that, being me, with my trained-musician’s ears. We made it home, ka-whomp.

Anyway, out there in South Dakota, or at least in Deadwood, every restaurant and motel lobby had a slot musheen. I did not play any of them. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVED that trip and I loved Deadwood. More later someday maybe.

Back to my interaction with a slot musheen. I stuck that twenty dollar bill into the musheen and I think I lost the whole thing in something like 20 minutes?

So, I am not a gambler. And now we are talking about the stock market, as you might guess. I cannot get all that excited about the current bull run because I think we are overdue for a correction. I am not a stock market guru, in fact I think I learned about (and understood) the stock market back in the Jurassic Age but I don’t remember any of that. But my gut feeling, being a human being who has lived more years than I care to count, is that what goes up must go down.

The pic is from 2003! I found it randomly. The person in the pic had recently finished her freshman year at Kalamazoo College. Man, did we have a big beach that year!

Also, it wasn’t until I began writing this stream of consciousness type blahg entry that I remembered WHY I went to that casino all those years ago. It was January 11. Hey, that’s today. My identical twin (in spirit) celebrates her birthday on this date and I went to that casino because that was where she was having her birthday and I wanted to celebrate with her. The Beautiful Gay is the Uncly Uncle’s wife and the UU is the GG’s identical twin brother. Of course TBG is not my identical twin but she is one of my soul mates. HB Gay! 💜

3 Responses to “Don’t count your chickens until they hatch!”

  1. GG Says:

    I don’t think that it took any where near 20 minutes for Anne to lose $20 to the slot muhsheen. I was sooooooooo glad that she learned what gambling is all about! A casino is a great place to become a loser.

  2. kayak woman Says:

    Correction: I already knew what gambling was all about. I didn’t need to go to a casino and put $20 into a slot musheen to figger that out. Love you anyway buddy.

  3. Margaret Says:

    I don’t like to gamble either, although I do own a lot of stock. (thanks to my grandpa) He would always tell me, “It’s only a certain amount of money on paper until you sell your shares. ” People always say they have x amount of money of x stock. No. You have x number of shares of x stock. One day it might be worth $100 per share, the next day $10. 🙂

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