Busted and Disgusted

“No good deed goes unpunished”

Attributed to several authors, including Walter Winchell, Oscar Wilde and Clare Boothe Luce

Generally when I play poker, I like to start fairly early and play pretty late. On Wednesday, I was unable to stick to this plan because I quickly lost all of the money I had brought to play with that day. I’m not sure if you amateurs know this or not, but money is literally the only thing you have to have to play poker.

So after slowly losing money here and there for a few hours, I quickly lost the rest of it in back-to-back hands to the same dude. I was out of ways to lose money and in fact I was just plain out of money. So I went home and got to see the kids before they went to bed.

After that, I thought I might as well do something productive for the family (since blowing the kids’ college fund didn’t seem to qualify), so I gathered up the dishes from dinner and took them to the sink. After emptying the dishwasher and loading it back up with the new dishes, I went into the living room to grab a couple of cups the kids had left there. That’s when I picked up the water bottle shown below, which had been kind of hidden on the entertainment center next to the TV.

I could tell by its weight that it was full, so I was puzzled when I removed the lid to dump out the old water and nothing came out. As I lowered my head to look into the bottle I got hit by two things at once. First, the overpowering odor of week-old curdled milk. Second, by a small piece of said milk that bounced off the sink when the chunk finally emerged from the bottle. That small chunk made its way directly into my eyeball. From the other room, Missy heard my declaration of “Dear God!” or something to that effect and immediately knew what happened. “Oh yeah,” she said. “Addie put milk in that thing about a week ago. I had a feeling that was a bad idea.”

The whole thing reminded me of the cartoon where Elmer Fudd or Wile E. Coyote can’t get the gun or dynamite or whatever to work, so they go over to inspect it more closely and it blows up in their face. What a fun day all around.

Other than that one session, I had a good week at the poker table. And managed to not get any more sour milk in my eye. So life is good, #blessed, etc.

Sorry for the short blog, it was a very busy week. I do want to thank everyone for the kind words about last week’s piece on Joey. It’s really a testament to the impact he has made and will continue to make in Southwest Oklahoma that the blog has gained a fair amount of traction.

2 thoughts on “Busted and Disgusted

  1. That story reminds me of the time after one Easter Sunday, we put my daughters Easter Basket way up high in her closet. Several weeks later, we couldn’t figure out why her room always had flies around. Keep in mind, my wife is a “Clean Freak”! Long story short, we found the cause…it was the Easter Basket we left in her closet and forgot to remove the 2 hard boiled eggs. Which had turned black, rotten, full of maggots and flies. So, you finding curdled milk doesn’t seem too awful. Lastly, I’m sorry to hear you lost some of your kids college funds. Because I, of all “Amateur Poker Players” have contributed PLENTY of money towards your families causes. And, after a few years of playing with you, I have NEVER seen you walk out of a Poker Room empty. Sorry I wasn’t “The Dude” that BUSTED you! That, my friend, would be a PINNACLE in my amateur playing. 🤪

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