This story will wrap up our series on Casinopalooza. There, there. No need to weep. Turn that frown upside down! You still have two tales coming from our visit with The Pony.
On Saturday night at The Sis-Approved Hotel, Val lay on her side of the bed, counting out her money. Hick slipped into something more comfortable (can't get much more comfortable than stripping down to tighty-whities...you're welcome, Sioux, for that image) while packing up his suitcase over on the couch across the room from the foot of the bed.
"It's cold in here. I can't hardly feel my hands to count this money. I'm freezing."
"I was cold last night, UNDER THE COVERS!"
"I was hot."
"Duh. All you had to do was uncover if you were hot."
"It's only cool when the air is blowing."
"I guess I'll get up and check that thermostat for myself. You're not getting the hint." (Hick rarely picks up what I'm layin' down.)
Hick stumped over to the thermostat, on the wall at the end of the couch. "The thermostat is fine. It's 74."
"I'm awfully cold for 74."
"I don't know what you want me to do, Val."
"I don't want you to do anything. Keep scratching your butt and touching the thermostat."
"There. The heat is on now."
"It wasn't on. The air conditioning was on."
"What's the REAL temperature in here?"
"NO WONDER I'M COLD! We don't keep it THAT low at home! So I guess it really WAS cold in here, huh? Not just crazy ol' Val making things up again."
Funny how Hick had no response. If I didn't know better, I'd think he is finally learning, after 27 years of being married to Val.