Honest Pays...Literally

Happy Tuesday #Jontourage,

Welcome back to the “Classy Gent Chronicles”, where staying classy is the only way to be.  Let's jump right into it....

So this week was a pretty good week. I spent it on vacation with my family.  I was in a slight bad mood because of something that happened in my romantic life (maybe that will be a future blog post).  Nonetheless my parents decided a family hangout night at the casino would cheer me up.  
When we get there, I am having the worst time.  I am annoyed from what’s going on in my personal life and on top of that I am not winning AT ALL.  I am in the process of learning Blackjack but in a casino, playing $15 a hand when you aren’t 100% sure what you are doing isn’t always the best idea.  I mean I am really getting my butt handed to me in Blackjack.  This is just bad, someone call the paramedics and get me out of here.  

I decide to take a quick casino break and just snap out of this little funk I’m in.  After snapped out of being annoyed, I leave Blackjack alone and decide to switch on over to Roulette which is much more familiar to me.  I always play the outside bets (colors, odd/even, or 1-18/19-36).  I put down $20 on red and end up winning $25.  For anyone who understands Roulette, when you bet the outside of the Roulette table, the casino matches what you bet.  Since I bet $20, I should have won $20, not $25.  As a result, the dealer made a mistake.  Another round went by and I didn’t say anything because I felt maybe I was wrong about the payout rate so I bet another $20.  I LOSE!!!!  Why did I lose that round you ask? Because I had an extra $5 in my hand I wasn’t suppose to have.  Karma has reared it’s ugly head.  At that point, I knew it definitely was a mistake for me to have that extra $5.  There is an expression that goes “God ain’t gonna bless no mess” and that situation had ‘mess’ written all over it.  
So I did probably the most uncool thing for a person to do at a casino, I gave the extra $5 back.  The whole table including the dealer looked at me like I was crazy.  They were all confused and told me I shouldn’t have worried about it.  I told them it was the right thing to do.  The ladies next to me said they were proud of me and they wish their sons were like me.  That made me smile.  After that moment, I win almost every round I play.  I even went back to the Blackjack and won some money there too.  Overall it was a great ending to my evening. I realized after checking my attitude and remembering my integrity is important at all times, I got a special prize.  Above all else, I felt proud of myself for doing the right thing.
Moral of the story:  It pays to be honest.  Never let money corrupt your thinking.
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Remember, in order to live out your dreams, you have to think it, feel it, live it!  Until next time, stay classy... ​