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Carol Perkins: Seafood Buffet
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By Carol Perkins
On my recent trip to Texas, I joined my daughter-in-law's mother and her friend for a trip to a Winstar Casino in Oklahoma, supposed to be the largest in the world. We met later that night at the buffet.
As we were eating, we noticed a guy sitting next to us wearing bib overalls. It was seafood night at the casino, and we were amazed at how many trips he made to the seafood section. His plate was piled high with an assortment of crab legs, shrimp, clams, and whatever else was there. (I'm not a seafood person). The food then quickly disappeared.
I wondered how he was cleaning his plate so fast until I saw something that made my jaw drop.
Piece by piece, using both hands, he stuffed food into the sides of his overalls. Whether into a bag pinned to the inside or into a t-shirt or someplace I didn't want to imagine, he was saving as much as he could.
He made many trips until his overalls were full. Now the best part of the story. When he eased out of his chair next to us, the food dropped to his midsection, making the stomach area look like a balloon. Then, with each step he took, something fell out! He lost a crab leg or two and some things I didn't recognize. He left a trail behind as he made his exit. The poor servers didn't pick any of it up until he was gone.
Here is my theory. He probably had a free coupon and planned to bring enough to his room for the family. Another idea might be that he wanted enough to have for a week. No matter the reason, nothing would justify his "take out box" being inside his overalls. Naturally, I wanted to laugh, but I was almost too stunned.
The Winstar Casino is laid out in sections representing foreign cities, and the food in each area is particular to that city. I hobbled through nearly all of the thousands of slot machines to see if I could reach the end, but I didn't. My knee told me when it was time to go to the room---and so did my wallet.
I loved my trip to Texas. Sometimes it is good to "get away."
Carol's most recent book, based on a true story, The Case of the Missing Ring, is available through Amazon, both paperback and ebook. You can contact her at email@example.com.
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