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$1 Bet

Several years ago, I was introduced to the world of $1 bets by my bro, Scott. BEST. THING. EVER. Especially since most $1 bet disputes can be easily answered with a smartphone or computer access to the itnerwebs.

Besides, I coined it a level of confidence as an answer. "Are you sure?" It's a flimsy yes. "So are you $1 bet sure?"

So I've recently introduced my work team to the wonderful world of $1 bets. At first my new teammate was not initially understanding. As we understand it, it's a nominal amount but enough to keep you accountable.

Yesterday I proposed a $1 bet to the other ICS (teammate) I ended up losing the best so I attempted to pay but she wouldn't accept my outstretched arm with $1. She declined it! Flat denied it. I offered twice then put it away.

Today? One of my managers proposed another dollar bet. And this time I won! But so did Taryne. I eagerly accepted my manager's dollar while Taryne was reluctant to accept.

I wanted so badly for the Joey Tribbiani to make sense at this moment. Instead I'll settle for this YouTube video instead.


The point is: A bet's a bet! Pay your debts!

'los; out

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