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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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