Tonight was spent playing poker with TH and Smurf.
None of us can afford to go out right now, times are tough, money is tight, woe is us. Anyway, the three of us provided our own entertainment tonight, listening to music and playing poker. Totally free, and absolutely hilarious, as The Housemate was involved. TH and games are a fabulous combination for everyone except TH.
Having listened as best she could to the explanation Smurf gave her about bluffing, TH adopted it as her own, personal – and only – tactic. Even when she’d looked at her cards and said “Aww, crap!” in perfectly obvious “I have nothing but a 2 and a 6” kind of voice, she still proceeded to raise our bets 500 at a time. I took all her chips within about 6 hands the first time around, and when things started heading that way during the second game, she started to get annoyed. “Why are you beating me so easily?” she asked in frustration.
“You’re too easy to read,” said Smurf kindly.
“What do you mean?” asked TH in genuine confusion.
“Well,” explained Smurf, gently, “if you have a pair of aces, for example, you might want to try not to clap your hand over your mouth and start to laugh like a loon.”
“Really?” asked TH, intrigued.
“Too easy to read,” I agreed, straight-faced.
TH disappeared to the toilet in a huff, as Smurf and I looked at each other in despair. “It’ll be over soon,” said Smurf, sounding quite hopeful. TH appeared back downstairs, and we promptly fell apart. “Why,” I asked in utter bewilderment, “are you wearing that?”. She pranced haughtily back to her seat. “So you can’t read me…”
I still won. It just took a bit longer because I couldn’t do anything without laughing at how ridiculous she looked. Really – this is not normal behaviour.