Irony

During one of the rainy vacation days last week, the Smelmooo and I went to Atlantic City for an afternoon of 2-4 Texas Hold 'Em. My beginner's luck has evaporated completely, by the way, and I lost 30 bucks (although as a couple we ended up ahead, which is nice, but I'd prefer to carry Team Tangent/Smelmooo if at all possible).

Anyway, one of the women at our table -- there's one at every table -- was crabby and crotchety and bickered constantly with her husband, who was across the table from her ("Why didn't you save me a seat next to you?! You knew I was behind you; you should've put money down next to you!!").

When the waitress came around offering us free drinks, this woman asked for Evian, and the waitress explained that the casino has its own bottled water. She handed one to Cranky Pants, who looked at it as though it were a rotten egg sandwich, and said, "No, no. There are so many chemicals in that water! I don't trust it," and handed it back to the waitress.

About 20 minutes later, the woman went for a snack, and returned to the table with a giant hot dog. Nature's finest, I'm sure.

People make me crazy.