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Walking into the River City Casino, we giggled at people yelling "Congratulations!" to our pretend bride-to-be. What distracted us all, though, and became much more fascinating was seeing people of all shapes, sizes, and ages carrying clocks with handles (yes, handles) out of the casino, some two-fisting the clocks. Inside, this chronometer phenomenon continued to the point where we were unable to look away, with some stacked on adjacent slot machine chairs while others were shoved under poker tables as if it were a normal everyday occurrence, before we became obsessed with seeking out their various locales.
Having taught ethnography writing and a self-described addict of observed human behavior, this scene was too good to be true. So, we feigned poses near the timepieces in order to capture the moment for eternity (or until I have a mishap with my latest cell phone).
Finally, our curiosity took over, and our imposter bride-to-be asked a clock handler for the scoop. Apparently, invites were sent in the mail enticing top spenders to return to the casino with the promise of this wall ornamentation. Case solved.
Oh yeah . . . the stage performance was entertaining too, but 10:30 p.m. makes a late night for us "mature beyond our years" gals.