My Afternoon at the OTB
Now that I am engaged, Danny thought it would be a good idea to go hang out with all the other old men at the local OTB. (Heidi’s out of town.) We were the youngest people there by at least 30 years. Ironically, Danny was the only one with a cane. (He had an operation on his Achilles Tendon a few weeks ago and he’s still wearing a boot.)
We would have fit in much better if:
A.) We hadn’t showered for a few days
B.) We only screamed at the TV in a foreign language
C.) We knew all the other smelly old men who liked to scream at the TV in a foreign language
July 13th, 2006 at 1:59 pm
Like a true OTB patron, Dferry can’t walk but he can crawl in to make a wager.