Thursday, September 13, 2012

KAY AT THE CASINO

My 83-year-old roommate, Kay, went to the casino today.  (She went with her 82-year-old, trailer-driving sister.)

I came home from work to find her lying on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, watching TV.

Poor thing, I thought.  She must not be feeling well.

I made sure my voice was properly hushed:  "How are you?"

She popped right up into a sitting position, her hair arching off her head like a halo of dandelion fluff.

"Oh, just fine!  I'm a little tired."  (I love the way she says "tired."  It sounds like "TIE-uhd.")  "My sister and I went down to Mohican Casino and then wandered around for a few hours."  ("OW-uhs.")  "We walked about four miles.   That's a lot when you're not used to it."

"That is a lot.  But wait. . .you went to a casino?  What were you doing there?"

She looked at me like I was a little slow. 

"Playing the slot machines, of course.  I lost all the money I gambled."

"Oh," I said.  "I'm sorry."

She laughed and waved me away.  Kay laughs a lot.  She makes me feel like a very amusing person.

I think we amuse each other.

*****

In other news, Kay has finished her puzzle and introduced me to CSI.

Also, I had an interview at Dean College.  More about that later. . .

2 comments:

  1. And you both amuse me. :-)

    XOXO

    P.S. All her money, as in ALL her money, or all her money as in all the money she was using to play the slots? I'll assume the latter. :-)

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