Teach
07-15-2008, 08:09 PM
It was getting dark. There was a handicapping tournament in Vegas the next morning. But all the motels were booked.
This Phoenix bookie had just travelled north on Route #93 and had hooked a left onto Interstate #40. He was fast approaching Kingman, AZ. But where to stay. All the motels were displaying "No Vacancy" signs.
Well, the bookie stopped at a gas station to fill up and ask where he could find lodging. The attendant told him about a place north of there beyond the airport on the old route #66.
Seconds later, the bookie starts travelling north up route #66. About five miles north of the airport he finds this old, nearly deserted motel. It looked so run-down from the outside that the bookie thought of bypassing it, but then he spotted this sign out front: "Even-Steven." He liked the name. It had a nice ring to it. So he decided to pull into the empty parking lot.
As he walked up the stairs, he was greeted by the proprietor, a middle-aged man with a cane. "Welcome stranger," the proprietor said. "You can have just about any room in the place. Have you had any dinner?" the proprietor continued. "No," replied the bookie. "Well, we don’t have much, but I can rustle up a steak. I can cook you a baked potato, and I’ve got gallons of coffee." "Sounds good," said the bookie.
About a half-hour later, the proprietor brings the bookie his meal. "Mind if I join you for some coffee," the proprietor inquired. "Be my guest," replied the bookie. What ensued was a tale of woe. The proprietor told the bookie about how his once thriving motel business had gone downhill when they built Interstate #40. He went on to say that he had to take a part-time job in a warehouse to supplement his income; that’s when he hurt his back. Now he needed a cane to help him get about. His three daughters (the bookie noticed some attractive women in the kitchen) all had to leave the motel to find jobs in Kingman.
When the proprietor finished, the bookie asked, "One thing intrigues me. How’d ya come up with the catchy name: "Even-Steven?. "Well, the proprietor said, "My name is Bill Even. I thought the name "Even-Steven" would be one people’d remember."
Then, the proprietor inquired, "Hope I’m not bein’ too nosy, buy what you all doing up in these parts?" The bookie replied, "I’m on my way to Vegas for a horse racing handicapping tournament. You see...I’m a bookie and I love all the action in Vegas." The proprietor replied, "Pardon me for being so ignorant, but what do bookies do?" The bookie replied, "Basically, we lay odds and accept bets. Oh, there are other things, but that’s basically it."
With that the bookie requested he be shown his room as he was going to be up early the next morning for his drive to Vegas. As the bookie settled into his room, there was this knock on the door. "Come in," the bookie said. In walked this ravishing redhead in low-cut negligee. In a coquettish voice, the redhead said, "I’m Erica Even. Nights here in the desert can be mighty chilly. Can I help keep you warm? "No," replied the bookie, "I just want to read my DRF and nod off to sleep."
Minutes later, another knock. "Come in," called the bookie. There at the doorway was this beautiful, curvaceous brunette in a red teddy with fish-net stockings and spiked heels. "Hi," she said. "I’m Evangeline Even. I’m a certified meseuse. I thought you might like a nice back rub." "No thanks," said the bookie. "I just want to go over some racing figures from this service I subscribe to and then go to sleep."
Yet, minutes later another knock on the door. This buxom blonde appears in the doorway. This Mamie Van Doren look-alike in bikini underwear introduces herself as Eva Even. She asks the bookie if he’d like to share a nightcap with her. "No thanks," replies the bookie. "I just want to go over my Beyer figures and get a good night’s sleep."
Well, about a minute later the proprietor himself walks in. The bookie can see in his face that the proprietor is quite upset, The proprietor says, "I don’t understand you. I send you up my three daughters. Three of the most beautiful women in the Hualapai Valley and you won’t give any one of three a tumble. What’s with you?" The bookie pauses for a moment and then says, "Remember what I told you when you asked me what I did as a bookie. I don’t lay evens...only odds!"
This Phoenix bookie had just travelled north on Route #93 and had hooked a left onto Interstate #40. He was fast approaching Kingman, AZ. But where to stay. All the motels were displaying "No Vacancy" signs.
Well, the bookie stopped at a gas station to fill up and ask where he could find lodging. The attendant told him about a place north of there beyond the airport on the old route #66.
Seconds later, the bookie starts travelling north up route #66. About five miles north of the airport he finds this old, nearly deserted motel. It looked so run-down from the outside that the bookie thought of bypassing it, but then he spotted this sign out front: "Even-Steven." He liked the name. It had a nice ring to it. So he decided to pull into the empty parking lot.
As he walked up the stairs, he was greeted by the proprietor, a middle-aged man with a cane. "Welcome stranger," the proprietor said. "You can have just about any room in the place. Have you had any dinner?" the proprietor continued. "No," replied the bookie. "Well, we don’t have much, but I can rustle up a steak. I can cook you a baked potato, and I’ve got gallons of coffee." "Sounds good," said the bookie.
About a half-hour later, the proprietor brings the bookie his meal. "Mind if I join you for some coffee," the proprietor inquired. "Be my guest," replied the bookie. What ensued was a tale of woe. The proprietor told the bookie about how his once thriving motel business had gone downhill when they built Interstate #40. He went on to say that he had to take a part-time job in a warehouse to supplement his income; that’s when he hurt his back. Now he needed a cane to help him get about. His three daughters (the bookie noticed some attractive women in the kitchen) all had to leave the motel to find jobs in Kingman.
When the proprietor finished, the bookie asked, "One thing intrigues me. How’d ya come up with the catchy name: "Even-Steven?. "Well, the proprietor said, "My name is Bill Even. I thought the name "Even-Steven" would be one people’d remember."
Then, the proprietor inquired, "Hope I’m not bein’ too nosy, buy what you all doing up in these parts?" The bookie replied, "I’m on my way to Vegas for a horse racing handicapping tournament. You see...I’m a bookie and I love all the action in Vegas." The proprietor replied, "Pardon me for being so ignorant, but what do bookies do?" The bookie replied, "Basically, we lay odds and accept bets. Oh, there are other things, but that’s basically it."
With that the bookie requested he be shown his room as he was going to be up early the next morning for his drive to Vegas. As the bookie settled into his room, there was this knock on the door. "Come in," the bookie said. In walked this ravishing redhead in low-cut negligee. In a coquettish voice, the redhead said, "I’m Erica Even. Nights here in the desert can be mighty chilly. Can I help keep you warm? "No," replied the bookie, "I just want to read my DRF and nod off to sleep."
Minutes later, another knock. "Come in," called the bookie. There at the doorway was this beautiful, curvaceous brunette in a red teddy with fish-net stockings and spiked heels. "Hi," she said. "I’m Evangeline Even. I’m a certified meseuse. I thought you might like a nice back rub." "No thanks," said the bookie. "I just want to go over some racing figures from this service I subscribe to and then go to sleep."
Yet, minutes later another knock on the door. This buxom blonde appears in the doorway. This Mamie Van Doren look-alike in bikini underwear introduces herself as Eva Even. She asks the bookie if he’d like to share a nightcap with her. "No thanks," replies the bookie. "I just want to go over my Beyer figures and get a good night’s sleep."
Well, about a minute later the proprietor himself walks in. The bookie can see in his face that the proprietor is quite upset, The proprietor says, "I don’t understand you. I send you up my three daughters. Three of the most beautiful women in the Hualapai Valley and you won’t give any one of three a tumble. What’s with you?" The bookie pauses for a moment and then says, "Remember what I told you when you asked me what I did as a bookie. I don’t lay evens...only odds!"