Therapy Time!

I am having a conversation with my mother-in-law. I mention that I have just been to the horse races for the first time as an outing with some of my coworkers. To my in-laws, gambling on the horse races is a get-rich-quick scheme.

Mother-In-Law: “So did you win anything?”

Me: “No, I didn’t bet. I only had twenty dollars on me.”

Mother-In-Law: “You should have put the whole lot on a horse.”

Me: “I used it for food and drink.”

Mother-In-Law: “That doesn’t matter; you might have won.”

Me: “But I might not have, and then would have had to go hungry.”

Mother-In-Law: “But you could have won! I remember a time when after I paid all the bills and only had twenty dollars left to buy food for the week. I put it all on a horse and won over two hundred dollars. I was so happy that week that I could afford to feed the family.”

Later, I mention this to my husband. He hates gambling with a passion.

Husband: “And did she say anything about all the times the horse didn’t win?”