Overheard at a Shreveport/Bossier Casino

Five dollar Three Card Poker table is where I ended up last night.

I get this guy on first base who's my age and kinda fun. Except he's grabbing at his cards before I push them back to him, which is a big no-no. I tell him it happens again, I'm getting my flyswatter. Of course, I say it with a smile.

His eyes light up. "Is it the electric kind?"

"What a waste of money. I saw those at the Bass Pro Shop." I riffle the cards and drop them into the shuffler.

Cute girl at the table asks what's an electic flyswatter? He explains it looks like a tennis racket and it zaps the bugs when you swat them.

"WASTE of MONEY." This time I say it in all caps.

The guy grins. "Me and my buddy were sitting around without shirts..."

... I know where this story is going. The funny thing is he's telling this to total strangers.

"... he takes the thing. Puts it on his nipple. The jolt throws him to the floor."

Aaahh the magic of a casino... what happens in Shreveport stays in ...