Val is usually pretty even-keeled in public. She doesn't like to make a scene. No center of attention for our ample-rumpused, lovely-lady-mullet-sporting gal. But sometimes, it's really HARD to maintain a neutral countenance.
Thursday, The Pony wanted to go to the casino where we took Genius when he was here in May. The Pony has never been to that one, due to his age, and then the VIRUS making a good time more difficult. So we hit the road bright and early in cool A-Cad, and not in The Pony's broken-AC Rogue.
A good time was had by most. Story to follow on Sunday and Monday. However... Val had an issue. A VALID issue. One should reasonably expect to sit at a slot machine and play unmolested, un-encroached-upon. Val was batting .500 on that expectation.
Yep. There I was, having a good ol' time, drinking my free Diet Coke with a dash of lemonade, playing away on Whales of Cash on a Wonder 4 Boost, on the end seat that I prefer... when a MAN sat down next to me. I do mean NEXT to me! Almost ON me!
So I stabbed with my cane and yelled at the louse, "HEY! What gives you the right?"
No. I didn't really. But I WANTED TO! Look at that hairy knee that does NOT belong to VAL! It is definitely within my space! Nothing prevented him from fitting under his own slot machine! Nobody was in the way. There were four slot machines in that row. I was in #1, he chose to squeeze into #2. See the PLAY button? I had to reach over his knee to push it! But I was too smart for that! I just pushed the button where you choose the amount of the bet, right in front of me.
I did not take that weirdo's bait. I ignored him until he left. I think my string of bonuses might have discouraged him from continued play.
Don't get me wrong. I WANTED to scream at that guy. Jab my cane down hard on his toe as I stood up and swung my ample rumpus toward him. But I was winning! So I endured. I had a little fantasy to keep me calm.
Whine, whine, everywhere a whine, echoing the casino, speaking Val's mind.