Overheard at the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA......

Yesterday Monday, October 29, 2007..........
I’m blasting away on an elliptical.
The ellipticals are behind the treadmills.
A graying geezer ambles in and climbs on a treadmill.
Another guy in his late 60s or early 70s is blasting away on another treadmill.
“Hey Mike,” the first geezer calls. “I got away with $2,500 from Turning Stone casino.”
“And it started with my first $10 bill.”
“Did they make ya sign for it?” Mike asked.
“Yep. They were trying to get me to play some more, but I walked out.”
“Now I suppose ya gotta declare it on your income-tax,” Mike said.
“Probably. The reason you’re signing for it is so the casino can report your winnings to the IRS.”
“So Dubya can start war with Iran when we’re already stretched too thin in Iraq.”
“Suppose ya lose money?” Mike asked.
“I get to declare that too; although my limit is $200. They can’t check on $200.”
“So far I’ve made over $4,500 this year!”
At what cost, I think to myself.

“Dubya” is our president: George Dubya Bush. My siblings loudly declare he’s the best president ever. I think he’s the worst, proving yet again that I’m reprehensible.