The Bet….One of Many

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In Bermuda, we don’t have legalised gaming.  There are no casinos.  The government was supposed to have a referendum on gaming but alas that is a whole other story.  This however, does not deter folks from making the occasional bet between friends.  And by occasional, I mean daily.  Granted all bets are not for money but nevertheless, they are frequent and exciting!  In December, I placed a bet with an esteemed colleague.  This was no sporting event. We had an argument over whether or not children were invited to a corporate shopping event we attended.  It shouldn’t have mattered to us whatsoever as neither of us had our children with us.  Being the bullheaded, hot blooded, I’m always right, portagee that I am, I put money on it.  (Portagee is a nickname used for Portuguese.  This is apparently offensive to some but where I am from we use it as a friendly term)  $50 to be exact.  My coworker also has hot blood and readily agreed as he was ‘almost 110% positive’ that he was right. We would have to wait until morning to check our emails at work to find out who the winner was.  At the end of the night, we parted ways and I yelled back to him that I would like my money in small bills.  

So said, so done.  I won the bet.  Naturally or I would never have posted my loss!  My colleague paid me in full fashion with a plastic bag of $50 in pure change.  The change bag still sits on my kitchen counter and is now passing hands as everyone seems willing to win or lose the $50 in change.  More bets ensued. The money changed hands but is back in my possession.

Skippy in a moment which can only be described as crazed disillusionment, has bet me $50 that he could read Malcolm Gladwell’s ‘What the Dog Saw’ before I could complete reading Rhonda Byrne’s ‘The Hero’.  Our deadline is on Sunday.  I not only completed ‘The Hero’ but I also completed Malcolm Gladwell’s ‘David and Goliath’. (Excellent by the way)  I warned Skippy today of his impending loss.  He didn’t exactly deny it but did have a lot of excuses.  I hope he comments on this because he swears down that he never makes excuses. I am looking for something else to read and smiling because soon I will have $100 sitting on my kitchen counter peacefully awaiting the next bet.  Who needs gaming?  Forget casinos!  I have enough change on the counter to feel like I hit it big at a slot machine!Image