Tab room, desperate, digs up phone number of delinquent judge.
“Hello, this is the tab room. You didn’t enter your ballot for the last round.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Tell me the winner and the points and I’ll enter it for you.”
“Uh…”
“Do you remember who the winner was? Pro or con?”
“It might have been the con. Or the pro.”
“Which team was which?”
“The pro was the guys. The con was the girls. I think.”
“Okay, got it.”
“It could have been the other way around, though.”
“Oooooookay… Points for each person?”
“They should all get 30s.”
“30s for everybody. Right. And the winner?”
“The girls. Definitely the girls.”
“On the con.”
“Right. Or maybe on the pro.”
“It was the girls, either on the con or on the pro.”
“Unless it was the guys.”
“Unless it was the guys. On the con or the pro. Got it. Thank you.”
Tabber hangs up phone and turns to partner.
“Oy! It was either the pro or the con or the guys or the girls. 30s for everybody.”
“Double bye?”
“Double bye.”
“And the judge?”
“Does tabroom have a ‘Drop Off a Cliff’ button?”
“I’ll put in a request with the help desk.”
“Excellent.” Pause. “Is there a saloon around here somewhere? I need a drink.”
“There’s definitely a button for that on tabroom.”
“Somehow I thought there would be.”
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