( 9:16 AM ) teahouse
Brokeback Mountain
The Boy went to Atlantic City with his buddies this weekend.
He had a very specific limit of how much money he was going to risk. He's always very good about not going over that limit.
The plan was that he was going to at least break even, maybe even win something, and he'd bring it back and take me out to a nice dinner.
On Saturday afternoon, I got a phone call.
Boy: Uh, it's me. Well, I'm coming home early. We all lost our limits pretty early, and we're all in a bad mood. So we're heading back now.
THB: So no fancy dinner? (disappointed).
Boy: Sorry, no. In fact, I'm actually broke. Uh, do you have anything to eat? I don't have any money in my wallet.
THB: Yeah, sure, come on over. I'll see you in 15 minutes.
Boy: Uh, the subway make take longer than that. Don't have enough for a cab.
It turned out he did have a few dollars left, and he bought me some Chinese food and surprised me with it when he showed up to my place. Isn't that sweet? Much better than any supa fancy dinner.
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