The Poker Chip
I once sat across the table from a player who recounted a cautionary tale. After teaching himself the basic riffle, he attempted to impress his father with a demonstration of his newfound dexterity. "That's great," observed his dad, in a tone that conveyed something short of enthusiasm. "How much did that cost you to learn?" To which junior was reluctantly forced to confess, "About $18,000."
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