Sandy… what a bitch.

We were having such a great time sitting around the table, drinking, and reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Even John was joining in on the laughter.

Then she walked in with a big smile. A fake smile. So warm, but not. So harmless, but not. She walked in as if she had no intentions for anything evil, as if she was oblivious to the situation at hand.

“I got this,” she told John.

As John walked away, she said to us with an innocent look on her face, “Hi. How’s your night going?”

“Just fine,” we replied.

She proceeded to deal herself 21 after 21, and we proceeded to bleed chips until none remained.

Just fine indeed.

Sandy… what a bitch.

This entry was posted on Sunday, August 10th, 2008 at 11:57 pm and is filed under Life Happens, Nonsense.