Howdy
Yesterday I was at Trump Plaza in AC on the JB .25 Prog. When I sat down it
was around 1020. I was there from 3 PM to 1 AM in the morning. When I left it
was at about 1260 (that's tax land folks!) I sat through a myiad of chain
smokers. My lungs may never forgive me.. I am sensitive to smoke and coughed up
a storm. I know I could have played in the East Tower smoke free section but
there are no progressive JB there.
I decided last night it AIN'T worth the few extra hundred bucks I may win in
"smokeyland". I am heading back to the the East Tower. I woke up with a
scatchy throat and a voice resembling a fog horn (any other maschosist out
there?).
My question to you my captive audience is ...What is the longest session you
have ever endured and how did you come away feeling about it?
Old Grumpy
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