We had no electricity yesterday. So, I spent the afternoon teaching my nine year old daughter, Charlotte, to play gin rummy.
I told her the first game we played wouldn’t really count. Then I looked at her cards and my cards. Her cards were better, so I kept them and gave her mine. I figured she’d learn strategy more quickly if she had a crappy hand.
When I won the hand after blatantly cheating, I jumped up and down shouting, “I won! I won!” Charlotte pointed out that I had seen her cards and that it was her first game ever. I thought this was unsportsmanlike behavior on her part. So, I did that L thing on my forehead with my thumb and index finger and called her a loser.
She is catching on to the game quickly. I’m proud of her efforts as usual.
Teaching her to play rummy has made me realize how anal retentive I am about cards. Charlotte didn’t know she should always lay her spreads in consecutive order from left to right. She didn’t even know that you are supposed to fan the cards and that they should always be evenly spaced.
She was just laying her cards down haphazardly until I informed her that we have to do these things properly or the very fabric of our society will shrink to nothingness like a camisole with a dry clean only tag that has been carelessly thrown in cold water.
I don’t know if she grasped the full meaning of that statement or not. She seemed a little frightened.
I have issues, I know. I would have gotten shot pretty quickly if I had been around in the old West:
Setting: Dirty Glass Saloon in old West
Background: I get into a seven card draw poker game with Billy the kid, Wild Bill Hickok and Jessie James. I go by the name Dastardly Deb. I’ll use initials to simplify things.
BTK to me – Yer starin’ at my hand, Dastardly Deb. Did ya mark these cards, woman? I hope you made peace with yer maker cuz yer gonna meet ‘im soon.
Me – What, uh, no I wasn’t staring for that reason. I was just noticing that one of your cards is sticking up a little higher than the others, and I’d really feel better if you’d even them out.
BTK – I reckon there’s no harm in that. Just mind yer manners and shut yer trap.
JJ – Are you lookin’ at my cards?
Me – Not on purpose, of course. But, I caught sight of them accidentally when you turned the other way to stare at that saloon girl’s breasts. Now I can’t bring myself to look away, because I see you have your clubs and hearts mixed together there. I don’t want to offend you, but you should organize your hand better. Frankly, it’s just a mess. You have two kings, and they are nowhere near each other.
Here I grab his cards to put them in proper order for him and he shoots me in my chest.
Me – I had that coming, I guess.
JJ – Damn right you did.
Me – I’m dying. I feel my life force draining away. Cough. Cough. Will someone please straighten the draw pile?
I cough up a gross amount of blood and then die.
WBH – Good riddance.
*Please note that at least some of the child abuse I mention here is exaggerated for comic effect, so there is no need to contact child protective services. Unfortunately, I didn’t exaggerate about how anal I am, so feel free to contact a psychologist on my behalf.