Riverchasin’ and Good Gravy, What the Hell Is Wrong with People
December 7, 2007
Guess what. I played in Riverchasers last night. Yep, me. In a blogger tournament! Did I play well? Nope.
The first few levels weren’t so bad, here are a few notes:
KK…flop set. Take pot on flop.
AA…flop set. Take pot on flop.
My raises are getting No Respect!
Raise UTG w/ 77…4 callers…my c-bet takes it on A high flop.
Fold 66 to a raise ahead of me….woulda hit set on flop. Boooo
Pick up AA again in LP. Raise, one caller who bets 1100 after Q high flop. I reraise all in, he folds. I was 10 of 73 at that point.
Raise on button w/ the JackAce to 400. Blinds 40/80. 2 callers. Flop: Q 2 10. Heavy betting with one all in for 900. I fold the JackAce…..River K….Shat!
Shorty had 22 and the other one, KQ….Had I called, that 4000 pot would’ve put me in chip lead. Geez, Louise!
1 1/2 hr in…I am SO sleepy….can I have my bad beat now and call it a night???
Guess I got all the good cards I’m gonna get already…under average chips.
Ewwww, just made a donkarific play against Bone Daddy for 1200 much needed chips…I am an idiot. Yep.
Good43 gets back to back AA and unlike mine, actually gets paid both times, takes down my desperation push, my 99 no goot. IGHN.
36 of 82. Pretty ugly.
Hope you lucky bastards are having fun in Vegas this weekend!! I am so jealous! Maybe I’ll be able to make it out next time. I think I’ll set up a Vegas fund for the summer gathering. 
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Things were crazy at work yesterday. I got cussed out by this trailer trash woman over some freakin’ gravy. I’ve worked in bars and in casinos for a lot of years, serving loud, foul mouthed drunks. So I should be used to these kinds of people, but in a bar setting, you can give them shit right back and throw there ass out. Not so in a restaurant setting. The customer is always right, so they say. Pssht, whatever.
We were so busy during the breakfast rush yesterday and the place was packed. This chubby (very chubby tubby) woman with long greasy hair orders some fried chicken tenders with gravy on the side. Breakfast of champions, right? So, I bring out her order….
Hey! He only gave me 2 spoonfuls of gravy in this bowl. Tell him to give me some more gravy. She hands me the bowl.
Yes, ma’am. I rush back to the kitchen and ask for more. The cook says he gave her more than she was supposed to get and she’d have to pay for any extra. I rush back to chubby tubby and tell her very nicely that she’ll be charged for extra gravy. It’s only like 69 cents, but I don’t want any grief when they get their check, so I always tell them about any extras.
She glared at me and screamed, I don’t give a godamn, bring me my damn gravy!
Hold on now ma’am, there’s no reason to get so upset.
Still screaming, I’ll get as upset as I damn well please!
M’kay…
Of course, the whole place got quiet and everyone turned to look at me.
So, what did I do? Did I fake a trip as I returned with the gravy and ‘accidentally’ pour it all over her? Nope, I transferred the table to the assistant manager and ran to the bathroom to cry like a little girl. Sure did.
It was just so unexpected and hateful, it really caught me off guard and I lost it. I don’t know what has happened to me in the last couple of years, but I will cry at the most stupid things. It’s really pissin’ me off!! I really gotta work on that.
There are some really bitter, unhappy people in the world and I’ve noticed the majority of them are women. It starts around age 40 and gets proggresively worse as the years pass. Life has shit on them at every turn and they are going to let everyone know it by taking revenge on innocent bystanders. It’s really sad in so many ways and I try to empathize with these women, but when their hatred is directed squarely at me, that’s hard to do.
Life is about choices, when you continue to make wrong ones early on, yes, life will get difficult and more than likely, stay that way. Maybe I’m wrong, but I really believe everyone has the ability to overcome life’s obstacles. Poverty is escapable with hard work. You don’t have to resign yourself to a life of unhappiness. Everyone in this country has options to better themselves. Am I wrong here?
So there she sat, alone at a table of four, covered in cat hair cussing, glaring and giving me hell over 2 more ounces of fucking gravy. Probably trying desperately to clog every artery with grease, hence the fried chicken and gravy for breakfast, so she could end her sad struggle with a world she so hates to be a part of.
No man, no money, no hopes, no dreams. Not a drop of happiness in her bitter, miserable, unshampoo-ed life.
Next time, I think I’ll just buy her 2 bowls of extra gravy myself.
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