| 3/6/07 "McBank" |
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3/6/07 Jeff, Logan, and I were at the casino for "match play," an event that occurs every Sunday where the casino will reimburse you $10 once you've played $10. The way this works is you play ten bucks in a machine with your Player's Club card inserted, then take your card up to the actual Player's Club, where they verify that you spent the money and write you a voucher, which you can redeem at the cashiers' cage. This particular trip was special because a major hottie was working behind the counter. I played my ten bucks, printed out my receipt of the money I won (completely separate from match play – redeemable at the cashier's cage), and headed on over to the Player's Club. While standing in line, I jokingly remarked that I was going to "make my move." Although I actually wanted to flirt with this girl, my lack of testicles prevented me from doing so, hence the humor in what I had said. So I get to the counter and – with my confidence at its peak – slap my printed receipt down in front of Hotsy McBonerstick. My receipt is not at all my Player's Club card, which is what she actually required. My having made a fatal error, she attempts to politely inform me of my mistake. My confidence still swelling, I ignore what she's telling me and say to her "You need to write me out one of those things" and make a scribbling motion with my hand. This is what I'm like all of the time. -Dylan |
