Winning Class

To put myself through college, since I was no good at taking off my clothes, I worked as a waitress. And since my uncle was Maître D of Vanyard, I was a well paid one.

Fancy joint tends to mean fancy customers. But this one guy… He was loud, obnoxious, insulting, the whole nine yards. He kept grabbing at my ass, demanding free drinks…

Eventually I snapped and asked how the hell he got rich without learning some class.

“Red, red, red, black, red, black, red, black, red, black, black, black, black, red, red, black, red, red, black, red, green.”