Saturday Morning Ramblings

saturday morningsI am less then a month away from being done with working at the casino gift store here in the states. My goal is to get a nice little part time retail job about five minutes away from our place in Canada. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about…

It has been four months of working here at this little gift shop and the one thing that I think will stick with me when I leave is this elderly man who comes in every Saturday to buy Oreo’s. He is maybe in his late 70s early 80s and has a smooth southern accent (I am thinking maybe originally from Texas). He does not gamble but rather spends the whole evening (sometimes here before I start work at four and still hadn’t left when I am off at midnight) walking around or watching the ball game if there is one playing. Why would someone do this you might ask (and believe you me I have wondered myself)? He does it for his wife.

She is a very pretty women of Asian descent (I think maybe Japanese) and she loves to play the slots. You can just imagine the story of how they met back in the day. I know he was in the military and you can just tell how madly in love he is with her even to this day. Such dedication to one person and the ability to just wonder around aimlessly for more then 8 hours every Saturday just so she can enjoy herself.

He comes to the casino dressed the same every time too. He has a blue Nike hat and his whitish grey lightweight jacket that makes him easy to spot in the small casino. If there is a ballgame on you will find him sitting at the bar (With only a Pepsi in his hands) soaking in every minute of the game. No game on? You will then most likely find him sitting in his black little SUV reading the newspaper if there is still light outside. Sometimes he will even clean all the windows of his car (I promise I am not stocking him his car just always happens to be out the window we have in the gift shop). Around nine thirty in the evening he will come in and buy his little thing of Oreo’s for 99 cents.

Such a sweet old gentleman with his charming accent. He always leaves you with a smile on your face. I can only hope and pray that when I am that old I make a younger generation appreciate their own grandparents generation and how much they can teach you.

 

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