On Saturday, after an excellent dinner at some friends, Rachelle and I and the couple who hosted us, decided to play some Euchre. As always, it was the guys against the girls, with Chris and I taking on Rachelle and Jillian. It wasn’t even close. We were a well-oiled Euchre death machine, and were crushing our feeble and weak-minded opponents.
Soon enough, about half way through our second victory, the whining began. Rachelle, who has a competition problem and thinks she’s smart but actually isn’t, accused us of table talk. Jillian, who is a follower and has never been able to think for herself, started yelling that all the points we were scoring with our excellent play, were actually tainted, the equivalent of Blood Diamonds. Hatefully, Rachelle spit out the words “Blood Points, that’s what they are.”
Tempers became enflamed and various things were said. After the tears subsided and my Euchre hat was returned to me, we started the game anew. However, in an effort to ensure that no table talk took place, Rachelle put an egg timer on the table that she made us hit whenever we wanted to pass, thus preventing any verbal communication. This threw off our concentration, causing us to start losing, and made the game stupid, so I broke the egg timer with a flashlight.
To make a long story short, the neighbours called the police, and I will now be legally obligated to begin Anger Management Training in May, where I expect to be the star student, because I am a winner!