by J. Bucello Mon Mar 28, 2011 2:42 pm
**After a few hours, the race tournament ends with car #7 winning. Most of the drivers had professional sponsors form companies in Phoxlind, and I toy with the idea of the ERT sponsoring a car. Why not? The army and air force already do.**
Me: 'Did you like the race?'
Sharon: 'It was fun, but I can't believe #7 won. I almost bet on #12.'
Me: 'Aren't you glad I talked you out of it? He got knocked out in the first round.'
Sharon: 'I know. I don't normally even think about betting. I work too hard to lose my money on an unlucky guess.'
Me: 'Tell me about it. I've had bad experiences when I was a kid. Once, at a horse race, my parents would bet money on whatever horse I picked. I didn't know that the odds on the side of the paper meant something. That lost my parents about fifty dollars and made me one unhappy person.'
Sharon: "It does seem like something little kids would do. It amazes me that grown people think they can win like that.'
**We walk back to the car. I drive back to Sharon's apartment before continuing home.**