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I was hanging out in an OTB, during lunch, many years ago in Brooklyn, when a woman walks in pushing a baby carriage and two kids on each hand. She goes up to the window and put $500 to win on a horse in my race. I looked at my racing form to see what was so special about this horse. As far as I could see, the horse couldn’t win the race if they locked the other horses gates and pushed the finish line up to her horse. The horse was around 60-1. I thought for a second to place a bet on her horse, but I had always made it a rule not to impulse bet like that. I stuck to my wager. The race went off and my horse won. Hers needed a wheelchair to cross the line. She starts crying after the race, “What am I goin going to do? That was my welfare check! How will I feed my Kids?”
She didn’t get a good reply as the guys in there hammered her for gambling her kids food money on a horse. She begged for money, but didn’t get a dime.
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