WAG - A simple bet
Things got pretty quiet when I was working the front desk this morning.
You know, of course, this led to gambling.
Well, only a little bet.
When looking at the weather forecast on the National Weather Service site and the conversation ended up on the perdiction that temperatures were to hit the 80s Wednesday.
I know this site to be very accurate, so I sided with the sit. My friend disagreed. Lines were drawn.
I don't remember who said the word "bet" first, but soon I was offering a measly $1 wager of the forecast.
My friend said she didn't want to bet, not because of the amount, but of the ego and embarassment involved should one lose.
I said I understood.
She then said how about a dare?
Whoa. That involves more than a dollar, I countered. She agreed.
Somewhere in here, however, the rational side of my brain opted out of the conversation and now I've pledge to sing backup on one of her new songs (when my friend gets bored, she composes little ditties - you do NOT want to ask about the "Caleb, Caleb, Caleb" song, set to the tune of "Dradle, Dradle, Dradle").
If she loses... well we haven't thought that far ahead. As another friend said to her, "It's hard to come up with something that would make you embarassed."
I think that's a compliment.
Anyway, I'm now closely watching the themometer seeing if it hits over 80 by the end of Wednesday. I'm a bit bumed by the fact the site downgraded its forecast to "High around 80."
There may be karaoke in the future, folks.
Pity the people in earshot.
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