I sat across from my father at a “popular” diner breakfast place.
Bad enough to be at a diner, and yeah it was bad.

But even before we were sat and we were waiting in the sitting area he pulled out his phone and loaded up youtube. Thankfully the volume was low enough to not be too obnoxious but he made up for it by loudly explaining to me, and gesturing with his hands, and cursing in his speech in front of the children of the family waiting beside us, about the videos he’s been watching lately.

“He goes with like 20K and gets the floor manager to show him the machines that have been hitting that day. Then he plays, and sometimes his son goes too. Anyway he talks good shit and usually hits fucking big.”

Its some guy in Vegas who records himself playing slot machines. He talked about how him and my grandmother went to the casino earlier in the week and she kinda “pissed him off” since he was up and gave her some money since she was losing. She then won $300 bucks and later in the day he asked if he could have some since was now down.

“She looked like I was trying to rob her. Y ‘know you gotta do your pay backs. I helped her she should help me but no she didn’t owe me shit”

I gave an anecdote about a wedding I had just been too. At the rehearsal dinner the bride’s mother was playing an online slot machine app game while her husband and only daughter were practicing walking down the isle. He agreed that was out of hand.

He only liked to watch these videos during “idle times, not if something was going on.”

Our name was thankfully called and we took our seats. Well, not thankfully. He walked like an Ipad baby to the table. Nose down to his phone. We sat, he ordered over the lip of the phone, and used the salt shaker holder to prop his phone up.

Ordered his food with it.
We had conversations with it.
Well more like he spoke over it.
Ate with it.

They brought the checks and he finally closed it. To go the bathroom.

I paid and we left.