“Of course I know to quit while I’m ahead,” he barked at me, “but I’m not ahead, so it doesn’t apply! Now leave me alone!”
Staring at him, I considered arguing the point. But I was tired, I had a show to get to, and most of all I was on vacation. I didn’t want to deal with this. So I left.
He was still at that slot machine when I got back from Cirque de Soleil.
And came down for breakfast the next morning.
And left to catch my flight three days later.
I wonder if he’s there still…