The Controversy of Charity
By Royal Hopper
The casino was full of the usual cast of half dressed characters. An old guy in the Dicso Rules outfit clothes being hit on by a chick who was way of his league 20 years ago, the guy with the tri colored Mohawk and a leather vest talking to his dig and giving the poor beast sips of his alcoholic drink.
the six foot tall was he now a she, the foreigner in his underwear confused why people were telling him to put some clothes on and the horde of discount coupon carrying locals looking for a discounts and love in all the wrong places and Cookie Monster playing slots right next to her girlfriend who her big bird T shirt with pride. As you can imagine locals here don’t get surprised often but there are times there jaded minds are stymied by a genuine dilemma.
As she approached the dusty time stained elevator a young woman, a girl next door type with
long straight brunette hair gathered up in an unkempt pony tail was downcast and
As part of his duty in a customer service sort of way the security officer who was also approaching the elevator smiled and as the elevator door closed inquired how her vacation was going. Neither of them noticed the man in the leather skirt belching to their left.
“It was fine until today,” she said somehow willing to talk to the older man she didn’t know about something that was bothering her. She looked at the security officer a mature man with a salt and pepper goatee and a gravelly East Texas Gulf Coast drawl.
“My husband,” she said her words monetarily choked with emotion and difficult to understand. She could have said boyfriend or father. But I think it was husband. “He was going to throw away his shoes anyway and her got upset because I was going to give them to a homeless man,” she said still struggling with the emotion of the memory of the conversation she had had with her man.
“He was going to throw them away anyway,” she repeated holding back the emotion perhaps out of courtesy or Mid Western pride.
The guard was speechless unsure of what to say and his southern upbringing making him certain anything he did say would be out of bounds .. .. “I’m sorry,” was all he could think to say his accent deepening with the effort the elevator opened on his floor and he stepped out of the elevator past two giggling reprobates dressed like the Abbie character from NCIS.
She seemed forgiving at his loss for words being equally speechless and they parted agreeing while being streetwise is necessary in the City of Sin being cruel without cause is childish and unnecessary.. It is something the man who was arrested after he got angry at being told not to lay on the ground muttering to himself could have heeded.
It has been said that the culture in this country is split, divided in attitude and approach to life. Some see the world as a hard place where charity is a moral weakness and others still see being kind simply because you can as an ultimate truth. . . . One side believes in the phrase party like a Rock Star boasting leather and lace at every opportunity the other conducts itself with almost painful dignity. . . . . And then there are French fries.
The divide often fueled by disputes as simple as which party to go to is so intense at times that it is reason to argue with the one you love and even come to blows.
It was a long week in the City of Sin. Mom and Pop drank to much, Junior got rolled by a girl named Dakota and alternative life style choices stayed the week end and ordered out. There were as the tag line from the Drag Net TV a show goes million stories in the naked city and this was one of them.
Take Care fellow Sinners