
When Ernest finally missed a shot after sinking four striped balls he found out why Dollar Man went barefoot.
The tattooed thug slung his right leg up, placed his filthy foot on the edge of the pool table, held the cue stick with his right hand to guide it between his first two toes, and fired the 2-ball into the corner pocket.
Ernest also found out that Dollar Man wore nothing under those baggy shorts.
It was a strategy Ernest had not encountered before, and even his Zen brain could not unsee the appalling sight.
An hour later the Corolla boomed away carrying Dollar Man and all of Ernest’s cash. He shook his head ruefully as he watched the one working tail light disappear.
“The One-Armed Bandit,” he sighed in admiration. He considered the lesson well worth the cost.
Ernest was all about strategy.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Ha! Makes me want to try shooting pool with my toes!