Thinking on your Feet

A friend and I were chewing the fat outside a car wash business he owns next to a convenience store in Las Lunas, New Mexico a few years ago. A pregnant woman who worked at the convenience store came outside and plopped down out of sight of the front door, smoking a cigarette, sitting on the concrete and leaning against the building.

We’d discussed this woman before…. a nice young lady with a life a person wouldn’t wish on anyone…. last time I’d seen her she was sitting in the same spot crying, which is how I came to ask my bud about her story. Anyway, seeing her brought her into the conversation again.

Most recent weirdness in her life:

The lady was  20 years old. She’d gone into Isleta Casino a while back with a friend, began feeding her paycheck into the slot machines. Now, it was illegal for this woman and her friend to be playing the slots, minimum age being 21.

So what happens? She hits a $5000 jackpot on the machine she’s playing. It lights up like Times Square on New Years Eve, making all kinds of commotion, people coming from all directions to see. She knows she’s going to have to show an ID to get the money. So what does this poor lady do?

She and her friend beat feet out of there, leaving the jackpot.

I suppose the first thing that comes to mind is this: What the hell was she doing putting her money into a gambling machine if she couldn’t accept a payoff, supposing she hit?  Did she do some heavy thinking about this?

But, even so, she ought to have been able to get someone legal to accept the payoff and split it with her, thinks I.

But she knew she was breaking the law, and what do you do when you get caught red-handed? Why hell, you run if your knees are still good enough to allow it.

That’s what’s called thinking on your feet.  Thinking afterward what you done-already should have thought before-wards.

Old Jules

Frank Sinatra and Count Basie– Luck be a Lady

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4 responses to “Thinking on your Feet

  1. Hey, here’s a legend, still thinking on his feet… or maybe his wheels:

    Edit: Link to unrelated NY newspaper article deleted

    Life is sure full of turns, ain’t it?

    Bob

    • Morning Bob. Life’s whatever it is for the individuals living theirs. Maybe you ought to post something about that one on your blog. Thanks for coming by etc. Gracias, J

  2. I’m with you OJ. I’d have grabbed the first person that looked old enough to be there and pulled them in front of the slot. Then I’d have told them “Split with me or else.”

  3. tffnguy: Yeah, letting that $5 large go back to the casino seems somehow the lousiest of alternatives. Thanks for coming by. Gracias, J

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