The following is a [somewhat] true story.
It’s set at the Baccarat table at the Wynn Encore Tower in Vegas sometime in late 2014. I’m having a particularly good night and lady luck is smiling on me. I had pretty much cleared out the table and was getting ready to call it a night when the gentleman opposite me made me a proposition. He said he was a world-famous mind reader at a hotel here in Vegas and asked, as I was a betting man, if I’d like to partake in a little wager?
“Sure” I said, "Why not?". And so, he outlined the rules of the game - if he guesses what I do for work, I give him the gold AP Offshore on my wrist. If I guess what watch he’s wearing (his left wrist was hidden out of sight under the table), he will give it to me. Now, as an International Man of Mystery, I don’t *actually* do anything, so I was having a hard time comprehending his proposal.
“Uh, Work???” I must have blurted out.
“Aaah, Jesus F*#$ing Christ!!” came the reply.
And that’s the true story of how I acquired my 110 Torpedo.