The Boy Scout motto; BE PREPARED is little more that a truism. On its face, it sounds like it covers all the bases but in reality, its just a slogan and quite an ambiguous one at that. When my son Andrew was in the scouts, he was given a check-list of things to bring during to the world re-known sleep-out with dad. Perhaps as camping first-timers we were supposed to think "outside the box" but my pioneer spirit has left me long ago. Therefore, there was no way, I would ever think to bring an actual mattress, our own three square meals or a fire hose with a fifty yard range to put out the stokies, the dads in the cigar club smoked after "lights-out.".
Another time that I was unprepared involved disco-platform shoes. It was back in the 70's and I saw a close-friend walking awkwardly yet with a forced confidence, in those dreadful platform shoes. He of course was being trendy but I only saw the humor of a tough jock walking like he had a cue-stick up his butt. Unfortunately for me, I then realized he was on his way to his girlfriend's house and far worse, I was playing H-O-R-S-E with an eleven year-old.
By the time I broke down and bought two pairs of disco shoes; brown ones and black ones, the style was on its way out. In 1979, when I landed in Las Vegas to start my gaming career, those shoes were both passe AND in my suitcase. Still, regardless of this fashion faux-pas, we were taught that dealers HAD to wear black shoes so, I felt prepared.
I was back on solid pavement at the next cross street; Desert Inn Road. Stupidly, I kept walking around the perimeter of the country club. At the gate to the club I asked a security guard. He said it would be fastest to walk through the club but he couldn't let me cut through and couldn't even let me in to use a toilet. He pointed to Maryland Parkway and said, "Make a left to Karen and there's an Arco station with a clean bathroom right there."
The unnecessary leg of my journey to which I was unprepared, added over an hour to my longest work day. When John saw me, I was a broken, wet, frozen, limping, tired and depressed man...in platform disco shoes.
When I think back. If I had been prepared to pick Monte Hall's metaphoric middle curtain, (murder Mr. Boyle earlier that day), my life would have been so much better. Boyle was so heinous to me that day that any sane jury would have recognized it as justifiable homicide so...if I would have gotten twenty years...I would have already been "out" for ten--PLUS, my feet and emotional well-being would never have suffered the pain and anxiety it knew and still know !