“Quit your job. Trade in oil from home. Earn (sic) 9k a week trading in oil.”
An enticing e mail and a prospect in which I am interested. 9k is big potatoes in Brooklyn. I go to Mindy’s on Broadway to celebrate my good fortune with cheesecake or apple strudel – being unable to decide I am having both as I have 9k a week.
Sky Masterson being there, he asks me to join him and I am pleased to tell him about my good fortune, although I am a little anxious. I am at a baseball game with Sky when he bets me he can throw a peanut from second base to the home plate. Everybody knows that a peanut is too light for anybody to throw it this far. I do not make any bets with Sky today or any other day. He puts lead in his peanut.
I wonder if Sky wants a piece of the oil action. He is a lucky gambler and I figure if he is in the game I make even bigger potatoes. He considers my proposition. I am pleased for people to see me with Sky; he commands much respect.
“One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you stand there, you’re going to wind up with an ear full of cider.”
As I do not wish to lose my dough, I listen to Sky. Now he makes me a better proposition. He asks me to bet if Mindy’s sells more cheesecake than apple strudel.
I thought that Nathan Detroit invited Sky to bet on the strudel question. But pondering such matters, a person could develop a cold.