Life Is A Gamble

First, you see it. A lit cigarette hangs from a man’s mouth. He removes it with one hand and stuffs a few fries into this opening with the other. Next, you smell it. The unique aroma of tobacco. Then, you taste it. A thick cloud of expelled smoke from deep inside this stranger’s lungs swirls, almost purposefully, into your nostrils and lingers in the back of your throat. You cough it away as best you can. It’s futile. It lingers.

Stoney Nakoda Resort & Casino

Stoney Nakoda Resort & Casino sits comfortably on the Stoney reserve at the convenient intersection of Highway 16 East and 40 South; a long road through Kananaskis Country. We’ve chosen to settle here in our RV for the night with permission from the front desk clerk. We consider having our evening meal at the lounge but are told by security that it is a smoking-permitted café. 

First, you see it. Paper hand towels crumpled and strewn around the garbage can near the sinks. Next, you smell it. Contents left in the toilet bowl. You flush. It’s futile. It lingers. Afterwards, you approach the woman at the front reception and inform her that the ladies’ room is in need of attention. You smile.

Life is a gamble. Play the hand you are dealt.