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~ The Genius ~
During a drive from Omaha to Oklahoma City to visit my parents, I stopped at a roadside casino in some no-name Kansas town. I wanted to play a few hands to break the monotony of driving. I sat at a blackjack table which had no posted rules. Since the dealer was in the middle of a chip exchange with the pit boss and security staff, I asked the only player at the table a couple questions. The man was diminutive, probably weighing less than 100 pounds, and wore thick, black-framed glasses.
"What are the double-down rules? Do they offer surrender?"
Without looking in my direction, the wee man said, "Some dogs are named Talmadge."
"Pardon," I responded.
He repeated with a ton of attitude, "SOME DOGS ARE NAMED TALMADGE!"
I stood up and slowly walked from the table saying, "Oooookay then." The guy might've been mentally challenged. Some dogs are named Talmadge? Or maybe he was simply intoxicated or under the influence of something stronger than alcohol. Either way, I determined he should remain in solitude. I found another table where I played head's up with the dealer. A half hour later, a loud, obnoxious woman approached the game. She started blabbering even before taking a seat, and did not stop talking when the cards were dealt.
"We've been on the road all day in that blasted sun—Cousin Mary is driving me crazy in the RV—If we don't get to Yellowstone soon, I'm gonna bust—Where is the potty in this place?"
She wouldn't stop yammering. Eventually, she turned my way.
"Hi, my name's Shelly, I'm from Rolla, Missouri—What's your name?"
I looked straight ahead, thought a moment, and responded, "Some dogs are named Talmadge."
"Dogs are whaaaaat?" Shelly responded with a puzzled look on her face.
I screamed, "SOME DOGS ARE NAMED TALMADGE!"
The woman quit talking for the first time, and gently pulled herself away the table, all the while giving me a strange look. The dealer, pit boss and security staff gave me puzzled looks as well, but continued their business. At that moment, I realized that the little guy with the thick, black-framed glasses was a genius.
Genius.
EDIT: That last sentence may have seemed like a sarcastic understatement; it wasn't. It's just a bit of a red flag. It doesn't scream "COUNTER!" like being a stern-faced, nervous, middle-aged white guy with glasses who stares at the cards and discard rack.
Quote: HotBlondeI've been trying hard but I just don't get it. Maybe cuz I'm not a card counter. :(
Now, that's Funny!:) LOL.
Plus, as a new member, I'm not allowed to make many posts. I read most of them, however...it is good stuff!
Glen
Quote: glenwiggyTrue, 1BB, I am trying to sell a humorous blackjack book that will be published in July or August 2012. However, I want to do it the right way...I have contacted the Wizard of Odds for a possible endorsement. Plus, I have not posted a link or anything else in these forums that could be construed as an advertisement. I will only do so if and when the Wizard gives me permission.
Plus, as a new member, I'm not allowed to make many posts. I read most of them, however...it is good stuff!
Glen
You certainly could have posted more than once since joining us. No matter, reading your post again just gave me another chuckle. It's really funny! Best of luck with your book.
That,and well, you are a BLONDE !
Quote: buzzpaff" Plus, as a new member, I'm not allowed to make many posts. " Never stopped me, post away It is a forum after all.
Restrictions were recently placed on new members, in an attempt to foil the spammers that were attacking the site. That wouldn't have affected you when you joined a year ago.
Quote: HotBlondeIs someone gonna explain what I missed in the story? I don't understand why it's funny.
If it's any consolation HB, I don't think I get it either, and I am a card counter (albeit a novice one).
I say "I don't think I get it" because I think the joke *may* be that it's just a nonsensical phrase that you should use when you don't want to be bothered and want to get rid of someone...but I have a suspicion there's something else there, since everyone seems to think it's a great joke.
/me prepares to be made a fool.