Moth Radio Hour
Locally this show is on WLRN in Miami at 4:00 pm on Saturdays. Some story telling at its best. I usually catch the back half of the program on the way back from watching some races. The stories are usually interesting enough that I might sit in the car to listen to the end of the story.
Yesterday there was a story about a guy who worked at a bank. The guy also liked gambling and he had access to cash. This guy was in almost in all other ways a straight shooter. Educated, but I could tell by his tone of voice a person, but also a stone cold degenerate gambler. He took money from the bank ($50,000) and went to the casino in Detroit at lunch. I'm listening and know this isn't going to end well. I never go anywhere I can gamble with over $100 in my pocket. I carry a debit card for emergencies. I've watched little old ladies walk up to the cash advance window and pull out their credit cards and borrow money to play slot machines at 18% and shudder in disbelief. If he won ten grand and got the money back to the bank, I might believe it but wonder what was going to happen the next time. That's the way it is.
I wasn't driving home from the track yesterday, I was listening to the program on the radio trying to get a head start on my goal of 10,000 steps. It's about 90 degrees and I'm about ready to break into a cold sweat as the guy figures out a way to make some serious cash and then piss it away and lose almost the whole $50,000. His cell phone rings. The bank is calling. A big shot at the bank is calling. "Don't do anything stupid it's only money". He's already done something stupid. A little late for a grand intervention and the guy will never work at a bank again, but story has a happy ending I guess.
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Yesterday there was a story about a guy who worked at a bank. The guy also liked gambling and he had access to cash. This guy was in almost in all other ways a straight shooter. Educated, but I could tell by his tone of voice a person, but also a stone cold degenerate gambler. He took money from the bank ($50,000) and went to the casino in Detroit at lunch. I'm listening and know this isn't going to end well. I never go anywhere I can gamble with over $100 in my pocket. I carry a debit card for emergencies. I've watched little old ladies walk up to the cash advance window and pull out their credit cards and borrow money to play slot machines at 18% and shudder in disbelief. If he won ten grand and got the money back to the bank, I might believe it but wonder what was going to happen the next time. That's the way it is.
I wasn't driving home from the track yesterday, I was listening to the program on the radio trying to get a head start on my goal of 10,000 steps. It's about 90 degrees and I'm about ready to break into a cold sweat as the guy figures out a way to make some serious cash and then piss it away and lose almost the whole $50,000. His cell phone rings. The bank is calling. A big shot at the bank is calling. "Don't do anything stupid it's only money". He's already done something stupid. A little late for a grand intervention and the guy will never work at a bank again, but story has a happy ending I guess.
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