Men the Master: Class Act
Earlier in the day, Men's daughter was going around from table to table selling $1 candy bars, supposedly for her sister's school, but more likely Men taught her how to sell candy bars and now expects 10% of her candy bar sales for life and her sister is a half-sister at best.
An hour or so later I'm talking to a friend and Men is trying to get her to play in a high limit game. I say to Men, "Hey, that was clever of you to have your daughter sell candy bars to replenish your bankroll. You'll be robusto in no time!"
Men proceeds to unleash a tirade of f-bombs and m-f bombs the gist of which is that young punks (me) shouldn't talk to royalty such as himself.
Men turns away and I add, "I guess you could always cash in some of those tournament chips in your bedroom."
-Michael
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