Saturday unexpectedly freed up. So we went to San Francisco in the hopes of taking the kids on a ferry. On our way to the pier, we dropped in on a shell game in progress.
Lillian and I watched a few games, and we had no trouble following the cap with the ball. We were right every time we didn't actually put money down.
You don't have to pay until you decide to turn a cap over. $60.00 gets you $100.00.
So I watch a game, I know where the ball is, I pay the fee and turn the cap over. ... And I was wrong. Impossible! But the man looked at me and said, "I'll give you the bonus!"
I get the bonus!
Maybe I get to pick for free? He fires up another game. I know where the ball is. I reach to turn over my cap, and he says, "No, no, no. The bonus is $100.00 gets you $200.00." Oh. Okay. So I pull out my wallet, fish around, find the money, pay it, and turn over my cap to collect my winnings.
All this in front of my sweet impressionable children. Let's just say we all learned some very important lessons. And Daddy has no money.
The next day, we went to a nearby farm to pick out pumpkins for Halloween. We got a tractor ride, and it turns out the driver was Joe Perry, the owner of the farm, driving this 60-year old tractor that he bought before he was 20. ("It was great to be able to ride a tractor instead of follow a horse.") The man was a sweet, hard working, salt-of-the-earth type of man. He talked about making the farm organic in the '90s, what a family business it was, and how you keep it in business these days. He was good folk.
We'll be back to that farm for more.
I won't be participating in shell games for a while. Nor accepting bar bets, thank you very much.
I don't really know if my kids can appreciate the different types of people we met this weekend, but I sure hope that they will.