Reminds me of a story a poker room manager at Whiskey Pete's once relayed to me, of whom I refer to as Bob.
Bob was telling me that the other day he was at Caesar's dropping dollars in a slot machine when a gold digger approached him. The following conversation is paraphrased:
GD: How you doing?
Bob: <knowing a gold digger when he sees one> Not too bad.
GD: Where you from?
Bob: <not wanting to let on he was local or give his true hometown, he offered up his uncle's> Cleveland.
GD: Oh my God, I'm from Cleveland!
I smiled and said I have to try that line sometime. Being that the small poker room was right next to a bank of slots, I had my chance within seconds to try it out within earshot of Bob. A woman was now sitting in front of a slot machine only a few feet from where Bob was standing. The following exchange took place.
Me: How you doing?
Woman: Don't know yet. I just got here.
Me: Seriously? Where you from?
Woman: Anchorage, Alaska.
Me: You're kidding? I'm from Cleveland.
The woman stared at me oddly as I walked back to Bob who was unable to contain himself.
Me: It didn't work.
Bob: Idiot! You were suppose to say Anchorage, not Cleveland.
Me: But I'm not from Anchorage.
Bob: You're not from Cleveland either.
Me: Picking up women is so hard. I'm going back to table. I see the button is coming back around.
