I was not as lucky.
I finished my drink and stepped up to a brand new roulette table run by a pleasant woman in a gold blouse. My fellow gamblers said nothing as I approached, but they jumped in on the action when I dropped $20 on number 13. Mistaking my silent ignorance for confidence, a young guy at my left stacked his chips on top of mine. Huge mistake. The ball stopped on 14.
Call it Moondog Spot’s revenge.