The Impossible Question

Depends on how you define flower.


Back to the impossible question: If it's my wife asking: She's making conversation. It's a social thing. Some people on here and in the world have trouble with social things and are always in their analytical mode. I used to be like that. My wife broke me of it. My life is better for it. I now know that if my wife or friends ask how I'm doing today in the casino, they do not expect a 24 hour breakdown of wins and losses but "down", 'about even", or "up!" and a quick story of anything interesting that happened is all that is required. I learned to separate a social question from an analytical question.

A few years ago I worked as a validation engineer. I sat in a room with 9 other engineers. We shared one office phone. My wife called. She asked if I was in. The engineer that answered the phone replied "yes". After another minute or two my wife asked when I was coming on the phone and the engineer that answered said, "oh, you want to talk to him? You only asked if he was in."

DonDiego used to go to the "Validation Engineer" at Binion's to have his parking ticket stamped. She was located behind a small counter at the bottom of the escalator. They replaced her with a stamping-machine.

Hey, didn't you used to be an engineer before you retired to live the life of luxury? I hope you weren't replaced by a machine.

The primary requirement of DonDiego's job was to "look busy". Design of such a machine is likely within the capability of American innovators. In fact, it may have already been invented . . . .

My wife wishes I could learn this. My life would be happier for it.

Sorry about the further threadjacking, but that is precisely the picture I remember. And I had the right dude pegged as Money. But this was long before I had seen a photo of Mendelson, and my memory of the wedding picture had faded and I was thinking there was no resemblance between the two. But now I see that was Mendelson.

Am a little disappointed in California viewers who were familiar with Mendelson at the time, and saw that picture. They should have been able to make an ID on the spot.

I've never heard of him. He's a Southern California phenomena. His fame doesn't reach Central California and The Great San Joaquin Valley.