Facts you need to know before reading this.
1. Jimmy had a convertible. He’d hop in – well, maybe not ‘hop’ and shout out
"Oh, I love the wind in my hair!" After 2 miles on the highway my hair would be a rat’s nest. Guess how often we took the convertible?
3. We both loved to gamble in casinos and 9 out of 10 times I lost. He called me his anchor, but not in a good way.
4. Jimmy hated Steve Wynn and would have refused to step into his latest casino, Encore.
5. Bob is a web designer who I was going to Vegas to meet for business. There you have it...
I didn’t mean to rent a convertible. As I scrolled along the Hertz website there it was – a baby blue Volvo convertible with a beige interior. Isn’t this what I needed, a classy, yet not too obnoxious a car to pull up to the Encore?
Before I could say "Maybe I shouldn't" my finger clicked on to print out my confimation number. I called my buddy, Connie.
"I did something" I said.
"What did you do now?" She sounded like she was scolding a puppy.
"I rented a car for Vegas so I could drive to Bob's. He's 40 minutes off the strip."
"Good. Very grown-up. So?"
"It's a convertible. I rented a convertible."
Laughter was all I heard.
Finally, Connie composed herself and said,
"Oooooh. Forget about your life-long losing streak. A slot machine will probably fall on you!"
Connie may be right. Perhaps, staying at Encore was tempting fate enough.
"I can just hear the news report now" I said. "In a freak accident today a slot machine tipped over and pinned a 60 year old widow.
As the casino workers pulled the machine off the unhurt, but dazed grandmother from Merrick, New York, she was heard to say, "Okay, Jimmy. That wasn't funny."