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Originally Posted by SentToStud
Have fun, Tom. Weather should be nice. If you're a freakin armadillo. Last time I was in Vegas, I went at the last minute. Stayed at the Boardwalk Holiday Inn, next to Monte Carlo. Talk about Comedy! The place has a giant clown face on the front and the main doors are inside the clown's mouth. All class!
Still reeling from Calder's 9th race yesterday. I'm at the track. I like only 3 horses... the two 7/5 shots (6,11) and the 3 at 25-1. Thers's tons of scratches and only 6 horses. I'm up a couple hundred. AS posttime nears, I'm really liking the 3.
So I play tri's:
$40 3/6,11/6,11
$40 6,11/3/6,11
$10 6,11/6,11/3
So, I've got $180 in. It comes 6/11/3, but if you get a chance, watch the race. It looks like the 3 is gonna run 1-2 until real late. Anyway, the thing pays $69.20 for $2. So, I'm getting back $346.00. Ok, not bad, though I'm in line to cash and a bit p.o.'d I didn't spread a bit better.
So I go to cash my ticket. The teller, a 60ish blue haired gal, runs my tiket through and puts $345 in front of me. I don't touch the money. I look at her. Then I look at the money. Then I take off my glasses, raise my eyebrows and look at her again. The rest goes like this:
Her: What's your problem?
Me: What did that ticket pay?
Her: I gave you $345.
Me: I know what you gave me. What did that ticket pay?
Her: I gave you $345.
Me: OK, you know and I know the ticket is worth $346 and you gave me $345, right?
Her: What's your problem?
Me: You owe me $1.
Her: (Getting angry) I don't have any singles.
Me: I'll wait while you get some
Her: I can't do that. (At this point, the teller next to her, an older guy named "Joe" is starting to laugh pretty hard)
Her: Joe, WTF is your problem!!??!! (now I'm laughing)
Me: Look, it's getting late.
Her: Well, I still don't have any singles.
Me: Maybe Joe can give you change!
Joe: Sure I can!
Her: (turning to Joe) Shut The F@$% Up! (Joe and I laughing uncontrollably now)
Joe: She's been cheating people for years.
Me: Look, I can make change. I have singles.
Her: No. I did the right thing.
Me: I'd like to see your supervisor.
Her: He's busy.
Joe: No he's not, he's right there! (Joe calls over the supervisor)
Sup: What's the problem?
(I explain what's going on and tell the Supervisor that I find it difficult to understand how this teller does not have any singles, that she owes me $1 and I'd like my money so I can leave. Joe's laughing, I'm cracking up. She hands me my $1. )
Sup: Sorry about the misunderstanding (Supervisor walks away)
Joe: Misunderstanding my ass!
Me: Thanks Joe. Here, Have a sandwich on me! (I hand Joe $5).
Her: A@#hole!
Me/Joe: (Laughing)
Next time I go I think I'll bet twenty $2 show tickets and as her to cash them separately. But, of course, only if Joe is there.
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