Overheard at a Shreveport/Bossier Casino

Yuppie frat boy sits down at a $15 blackjack table. "Please don't blow smoke in my face," he whines to the female dealer. "The Horseshoe dealer blew smoke in my face four times last night."

She lifts her left eyebrow and looks at him. "I didn't know they let'em smoke at the table."

"They don't. I was smoking and blew it in his face."

"Four times?"

The young man smutches ash all over the green felt. "I forgot."

"Honey, I make no promises. You blow smoke in my face. I'm gonna blow it right back. Changing one hundred." She pats the table and scoots a stack of red cheques to the boy. "Good luck."

We're all gonna need it.