On the floor, in the El Paso Airport, which, in a way, really does convey the essence of the excursion.
Bet on El Paso:
Lost wages: we played the “cell phone game,” and I lost. Take all the phones, set them face down, and the first one to pick up the phone loses.
Waiting on a text from a girlfriend, I casually pulled my phone out and slid it open.
“Kramer loses!” Grace chortled.
I didn’t think we were playing. I did, however, honor the wager.
What the floor looks like elsewhere.
And, of course, previously.