slut machines
today i was at BWI airport waiting for mikey’s plane to arrive and this was this afternoon and it wasn’t terribly busy. it took me much less than my planned hour to get there and i sat with a depressing copy of the latest Time magazine and some gum and tried to ignored the woman next to me elbowing me everytime she scratched one of her scratch offs.
oh speaking of gambling in the airport…
it’s appropriate then that a random girl comes up to me and asks if i’d like to be interviewed for the University of Maryland School of…boring…zzzz….huh?…i have no idea….but okay, sure why not. the question is about the recent report that a maryland official or somebody wants to place slot machines in the airport. and random girl wants my opinion on the matter.
i heard this briefly mentioned on the news yesterday i think. i kind of don’t really care. i never travel out of or to BWI and the ONLY reason i volunteered to pick mikey up at that airport is because i was bored (and i missed him–but mainly, i was bored). plus, i don’t gamble. i don’t know the specifics of the plan. i think the money goes to education or something. but so the girl asked me and i replied: “i think it’s kind of retarded.”
and then she says “…but can you find another word other than that one to describe it?”
i settle on “silly”. because it kind of is. to me, slot machines belong in casinos, on riverboats or on indian reservations.
March 17th, 2009 at 5:13 pm
Wicked blog - the guys commenting here are full of it! I’ll be keeping up with your posts