Black Jack

24 years ago my grandparents bought a time share in Tahoe. The Ridge Tahoe is suppose to be an elegant place; ritzy, gorgeous view and all the amenities that a “club” has to offer.

I remember staying there when I was younger and the place was so nice. My friends would gawk at it because these condos were so well taken care of. They should be well taken care of considering the money my grandparents paid to have it.

Me, my mom and a couple of my friends went up last weekend and we stayed at our time share. I hadn’t been there in almost ten years, maybe a little longer. I was so excited and I totally bragged about how beautiful this place was to my friends. When we walked in, my mother and I were shocked. The carpets were old and stained; looking like the carpets you would find in sleazy hotels. The beds were disgusting with their Motel 8 comforters and starchy sheets. The couch was stained with gawd knows what. It smelled really bad and the heat didn’t work. I was so disappointed. I couldn’t believe that the club would allow our time share to become so runned down and filthy.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, we were told that the shuttle service closed at three o’clock everyday.

Me: What????

Girl: Yep. The shuttle no longer runs until 2 AM.

Me: How do we get back?

Girl: There’s another shuttle that we provide but it’s $5.00 per person each way. It’s a private service unrelated to us.

Me: What happened to “free” or “included for owners”?

Girl: I know, we don’t like it either but it’s what the club decided.

Mom: What do you mean “we don’t like it either”? Change it back if the club doesn’t like it.

Girl: We can’t. The board members decided to close our shuttle service and hire a private one.

A friend of ours that lives near Tahoe came to visit us and she took us down to the casino. We were having fun and actually winning on BlackJack when one guy came to the table (looking like The Outsiders; leather jacket, greased back hair and all) and ruined it for everyone. There always has to be some drunken asshole that wrecks the game by thinking with his inebriated brain that the dealer is going to deal him a three to turn his King and 8 into 21. The dealer was showing a possible soft 17, which she would have had to draw on and this dumb shithead says “hit” while he’s holding the King and the 8. WTF?????

The dealer deals him a Queen. Well, guess who’s sitting next to him with a 5 and a 6? That’s right, ME! I bet my last chips on this game, ended up with 15 and the dealer ended up with 20. That Queen was mine and I should have won. But nooooooo.

I hate drunk greasers named Jeff.

Yo, Jeff! Matt Dillon called and he wants his fucking head back!