And They're Off...

Went to Woodbine Racetack today and...

now look...

I'm not knocking it...

but...

good lord...what do these people do to enable them to spend their days time there, doing what they do!?

And how on earrrth do they:

a) choose their specific, friendly, singular machine out of the 29,000 blinking machines going on around them?!

b) afford to even get themselves to one of the most farthest-out-of-the-way-locations on earth in the GTA ....*....

c) congregate into the what seemed, at first, just a large number - until one stops, and starts to really look around and actually see just how many hoards of people we're talking about here..........on this day.

Good grief!!?

How is this possible during what ought-to-have-been your average work day!

Craziness.

Tons of people out gambling, 24/7, out there, in the outer orbital of West End of Toronto.

Day or Night.

Plugging away their however-earned-cash....I simply do not understand how this supremely unique population lives.

But

I am curious.

But

I will also never know how these people live their lives day in day out.

It was strange seeing so many people sitting at millions of machines gambling their finger tapping lives away....it was stranger than seeing people sitting at, or in bars bending an elbow or 20 their way.

Drugs I comprehend.

Some things, however are truly not to be comprehended.

Gambling is one.

$20 bucks says I'll never fully get what all the fuss is about