Poker did not treat me particularly well this evening. Not that it ever does, really, but tonight I was pretty much shit out of luck. Any decent hand dealt to me was purely false hope since the rest of the yahoos were pulling rabbits out of hats, so to speak.
But when you play with cheap friends like mine and have a bad night at poker it means you're only out $5. Funny what $5 can mean to someone. How it can have completely different meaning and weight given different situations. Buy a new car, for example, and you probably wouldn't negotiate over $5 on the price. You wouldn't walk out on the salesman because he wouldn't give you that last $5. In fact, you probably wouldn't even notice those five dollars. If you feel you got a deal on a car and the dealer walked in with the papers and told you he made a mistake - that in fact you had to pay $5 more - you'd probably be happy to pay it. $5, right? What do you care.
$5 at poker night, however, when ante is one cent and a quarter raise is outrageous.. Well, you start to care an awful lot about the five dollars. All of a sudden it's more important. Very important. So important you'll check your cards twice and fold with 2-pair because you're too cheap to pay a ten cent raise.
And then you'll go out and spend $13 on a pizza.
A bad pizza.
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the guys: philogynist jaime tony - the gals:raymi raspil
