“I see her coming,” George says, yanking me back to reality of the state line casino floor. Oh the ways we can spend these eight hundred dollars…This is but one of the fantasies I’ve allowed to unfold in the few minutes we’ve been waiting for our friend Attendant. A fistful of free money and Las Vegas a mere half hour back up the highway? We’re limited only by our imaginations, and mine’s running wild.
Following the trajectory of his pointer finger, I see our elfin waitress making her way to our little corner. We seem also to have drawn the attention of three hulking Pacific Islander men in matching sport coats, and they walk toward us with a purpose.
“Which one of them do you suppose is carrying the check?” George asks nervously.
“Maybe it’s somewhere in an office. On a related topic,”
