Monday, January 18, 2010

Just another Thursday Night

Thursday was my father's 63rd birthday, so we decided to take my mother and him out to eat. After enjoying a wonderful dinner, the crew decides that they want to go to the Creek Nation Casino there in Eufuala and try their luck. We have a eleven year old son, so I decide to sit in the car with him and finish his homework and watch a movie when we were done.



Homework is completed and Ryan is watching K9 the Widowmaker and I am busy on my Blackberry using Facebook, when I notice the security guard walking around our car. I really do not think much of it as I was inside and Ryan was not out in the car by his self.



This security guard walks around several more times and stops at the back of our car. I look back and to my surprise a tribal police car is directly behind me.



I get out of the car to speak with the security guard. The top of his head hits me just below my nose. So I am for sure not intimidated, I watch UFC. I also have some issues with my temper. This is our conversation, my thoughts are in parentheses:



ME: "Excuse me but can I help you?"

SG: "Are you old enough to drive?" (I was just 38 years old my last birthday)

ME: "Yes." (Seriously, do you need glasses?)

SG: "Well you need to move this car."

ME: "Why."

SG: " That young boy is not allowed to be in the parking lot of the casino, he is not 18 years old. What is he seven."

ME: "He is eleven years old."

SG: " Well he is sure is small" (Now I am pissed off, my child has GRD-growth hormone deficiency and this little man is calling him small, I bet this security guard was Ryan's height right now when he was 16 years old!)

ME: "We have to leave because Ryan is not 18 years old he is not in the casino we are in the clinic parking lot. So nobody is allowed in this parking lot unless they are 18 years old?"

SG: "Yes."

ME: "So the clinic does not see any patients under the age of 18? Not to mention the fact that almost every car that has pulled through the smoke shop has children in them.

SG: "Yes, they do, but it is not clinic hours."

ME: "Well, let me call my husband so he will know where we are."

SG: "Oh, your husband has been paged." (Oh, really. That should be pretty funny.)

During our conversation Ryan never misses a beat watching his movie! Thank you for headphones or he would of been very upset over the: he sure is small for his age comment. We kinda of have a complex about his height, if you can't tell!



Meanwhile in the casino, David hears the following announcement: "Will the owner of the beige Suburban please come to security." He cashes out his machine and walks to security. This is his conversation with the lady at the desk.

David: "I have a beige Suburban."

Lady: "Sir, did you leave your children in the car unattended? We frown on that."

David: "I left my wife and son in the car."

Lady: "Well, you have to leave the premises immediately we can not have anyone under the age of 18 in the parking lot."

David: "Oh, you don't have to worry we won't be back. I have to get my in-laws." (Now for those of you who don't know us, my husband's donations to the Choctaw Nation helped build the new casino in McAlester. Stupid on their part he would have left at least donated 500.00 to the Creeks that night!)



David finds my parents tells them that they have to leave and comes out to the car, where Ryan and I are being watched like criminals by Tiny Tim.



He gets to the car and we are inside discussing what had happened to both of us. I got a great laugh out of the fact that they thought I was a child. I told David I would not be surprised if they called DHS and he got us taken away from him.



It takes my parents about 10 minutes to cash out and get outside... all the while the security guard is watching us. To make sure we leave the premises.



As soon as, my father gets in the he tells me that when I seen the security guard walking our way that Ryan and I should of laid down in the floor board, by gosh he was winning!!!



As I retell my night at the casino to my principal, just in case DHS does show up. She tells me that the same thing happened to her. She was sitting in the parking lot reading a book, while her husband was inside and she was told that she had to leave.

So next weekend, we are going to go and give them heck. I can sit 8 in my car and we are going to sit in the parking lot and watch movies until they run us off!!!

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