my pride & joy

yesterday, as i was wrapping up the 5th of the 5 scripted rallies we had done for blue chip casinos, i was wearily walking back to my hotel room to pack up the car and get on the road. we had started the rallies at 7, so it was a 12-hour performance day.

i stumbled into the elevator with my castmates. we were in decent moods, but we were spent.

an elderly gentlemen got into the elevator with us, and his wife shuffled aboard as well. "hey," he said, twinkly eyed and spirited, "want to see a picture of my dead aunt?"

we all stood there for a minute, and even though we hoped we knew, we all said yes.
the man grabbed his wallet and flipped to the pictures. an orange card was in his photos, with a picture of a carpenter ant on it. underneath, it read plainly, "my dead ant".

we laughed in spite of ourselves. my floor was the lowest floor, so i got a minute to walk alone, chuckling down the hall.

thanks to that guy.