Atlantic City
The gambling centre for New York, but I was there for a technical conference.
I flew to Philadelphia then taxi to my hotel, which was on the sea front, just 10 minutes along the boardwalk from the conference centre … which was in a casino.
The first morning of the conference, having breakfast, I was joined at my table by the MOST GORGEOUS woman, long blonde hair, gorgeous figure, delightfullly dressed.
“English?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I am Swedish, Agnetha, work in pharmaceuticals … could we walk to the conference together, I don’t know where it is?”
“OK.” I said …
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
...and why not? Lucky devil!
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Richard Hunt about 2 years ago
Apparently she came over to me because the women dealing with the self-service breakfast told them that I was English (not the word they used) and that I looked lonely!
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Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Sounds like a great strategy. Act English; look sad and lonely.😕
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Christopher almost 2 years ago
Wonderful series of travelogues. And I thought Neville got around!
But, and forgive a Yank, Atlantic City is in New Jersey, not New York.
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Christopher almost 2 years ago
After reading the subsequent drabbles perhaps I misunderstood the opening line of "the gambling centre for New York." Just pay no mind to me.
