Crazy Casino Trip


Yesterday, I went on my first bus trip to a casino with a friend.  Let’s just call the friend Amy.  The bus trip company or casino company gave us $10.00 in free slot play on the casino card, however, it also cost $10.00 to ride the bus.  We got 3 1/2 hours at the casino despite the fact that the ad stated 5 hours.

Anyway, I knew Amy; was slow because  she has had many previous problems in the past, plus, within the past year she has survived a coma or brain aneurism.  However, I did not know how many problems she was dealing with.  I think she wants/tries to be independent but she really isn’t and should not be left alone to often.

She had severe freak-outs; – when they forgot to give me a badge when we got on the bus (you need a group badge to get on and off the bus), when they took her Driver’s License before going to another room to wait for her name to be called for a club players card, when we were on the way home and she thought we were at our exit but we weren’t and she was practically insisting we needed to get off the bus because “There is a chicken place here and there was a chicken place where we got picked up.” She got annoyed with me when I got a little disoriented on where things were once or twice because I had forgotten we had to go to a different building and had a question about my club card, she had brought a big purse instead of a fanny pack but it turned out to be to heavy for her to carry around so she kept leaving it and walking away  so I was constantly keeping it with me or worrying about it getting stolen, she spent almost her entire budget within the first half hour on a nickel machine because she insisted on playing around 80 cents; despite th fact I told her and even set the machine up for her to play a dime,  (she was broke by dinner so I bought for both of us) she would wandered away and  forgot where I was and supposedly had me paged, but I didn’t hear the page because I am hard of hearing.  Plus, I could not call nor could she call me because I had her purse with her phone in it but eventually she did find me again so we quickly got dinner and ate it on the bus.

Then, after getting dinner, I had to call the restaurant because although the menu said it was stuffed crab with shrimp; it did not say it was fried.  I called to ask what type of oil they fried it in; the restaurant guy said Canola. But, I am wondering since my body had a yucky accident while sleeping last night.  Also,  while at one machine; a lady sat at the machine next to mine and decided to light a cigarette and blow and wave the smoke directly in my face.  I immediately cashed out, since I am not a smoker and the smoke really is not good for me; but I could totally tell it was deliberate and when I stood up; I looked at her and she had the nerve to smile at me.

I said a prayer and took my and Amy’s things to a table nearby to wait for Amy and I watched as the stupid, bitch..I mean lady..I mean woman used the machine for maybe 5 or 10 minutes before leaving.  If I weren’t a Christian; I’m sure I could have said a lot and I really wanted to comment on how rude that was but I was already stressing over Amy and wherever she was and having visions of abductions or whatever because you hear a lot about that nowadays.  I had enough to worry about then getting in a fight in the casino with some stupid, rude, stranger.

Before we had gone; my husband had mentioned the idea of Amy and I going once a month on the bus trip and maybe trying different casino’s.  Unfortunately, Amy has already latched on to the idea and she even came over today and thanked me for yesterday and said she had fun and maybe we can go somewhere else next.

I think I am going by myself next time.  I may go again with her but I would much prefer someone else with us.  My husband says to give her another chance but, it would have to be the same place and with her memory and how she spends her money; I don’t know.  Maybe, we can get her mother to join us and then I won’t feel like I am stressed out and playing Babysitter.   Right now, I am trying to deter her and mentioning going to the mall, or back to the vintage store, or the restaurant or even just clearing off my pool table so we can play pool soon.  I don’t mind hanging out with Amy, but considering the situation; 3 and a half hours turned out to be a blessing this time.

Amy is 8 months older than I, by the way.

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1 Comment

  1. you have the patience of Job! I would have lost it-with the girl, with the smoker…oh it would not have pretty!


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