I wasn’t going to pay two bucks to get beaten in chess. No way. Especially by some little kid. I don’t care if she is some kind of freaking chess genius at age 8. I’ve got better things to do with my money than spend it on losing to a little girl.
These other idiots though, they just keep lining up and giving her their cash. What does she give them? “Lessons,” she says in her piping little girl voice. Lessons? Bah. Maybe a lesson in losing their money and their pride at the same time. I mean, just look at that old guy she’s playing right now. He’s probably been playing chess since before that kid’s parents were even born. Yet she’s kicking his butt all over the board. What kind of lesson is she teaching him? That all those years of chess matches haven’t made him good enough to beat some kid who doesn’t even have to wear deodorant yet. That’s a really valuable lesson, isn’t it? That’s the kind of lesson that’ll make a person pack up all the chess pieces and shove them way back in the closet. He started out laughing and shaking his head, but now he won’t even look at her. He just keeps staring at the pieces he has left like they’ve betrayed him somehow.
And the girl? The chess master? She’s all bouncy and happy on her side of the board, just like you’d expect a little girl her age to be. She’s laughing and smiling at people who stop to watch, even striking a cheesy pose for some fruit loop who wants to take her picture with his digital camera. What’s her deal? How can she act so hyper, like she’s about to fly out of her seat, and then move so quickly when it’s her turn? And it’s always a good move, too. I’m no chess expert, but whoever she’s playing always sits for a really long time before picking up another piece.
Nah, I’m not giving any of my money to that kid. She’s some kind of alien, or maybe it’s some kind of scam. Where are her parents anyway? And why’s the mall let her set up in here anyway? This is the food court, not some casino. Bah. Enough of this. I’m going to go get some ice cream.
These other idiots though, they just keep lining up and giving her their cash. What does she give them? “Lessons,” she says in her piping little girl voice. Lessons? Bah. Maybe a lesson in losing their money and their pride at the same time. I mean, just look at that old guy she’s playing right now. He’s probably been playing chess since before that kid’s parents were even born. Yet she’s kicking his butt all over the board. What kind of lesson is she teaching him? That all those years of chess matches haven’t made him good enough to beat some kid who doesn’t even have to wear deodorant yet. That’s a really valuable lesson, isn’t it? That’s the kind of lesson that’ll make a person pack up all the chess pieces and shove them way back in the closet. He started out laughing and shaking his head, but now he won’t even look at her. He just keeps staring at the pieces he has left like they’ve betrayed him somehow.
And the girl? The chess master? She’s all bouncy and happy on her side of the board, just like you’d expect a little girl her age to be. She’s laughing and smiling at people who stop to watch, even striking a cheesy pose for some fruit loop who wants to take her picture with his digital camera. What’s her deal? How can she act so hyper, like she’s about to fly out of her seat, and then move so quickly when it’s her turn? And it’s always a good move, too. I’m no chess expert, but whoever she’s playing always sits for a really long time before picking up another piece.
Nah, I’m not giving any of my money to that kid. She’s some kind of alien, or maybe it’s some kind of scam. Where are her parents anyway? And why’s the mall let her set up in here anyway? This is the food court, not some casino. Bah. Enough of this. I’m going to go get some ice cream.
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Great work.
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