Are You Having A Really Badugi?

You know things are going down the pan when you're stuffed with a really really badugi.

A rotten ugi is right up there with bad days like:

• finding out Father Christmas is just your dad, in a fat suit, being poked in the back by your mom - and fuelled on copious amounts of alcohol. Saint Nick was never really all that jovial. He was just leathered and forced into action by mom and a sharp promise of Trouble.
• you thought you'd won the lottery and couldn't find the damn ticket. Then you found it. And you hadn't.
• you finally asked the best looking girl in school on a date. And she said yes. And you chose to meet on a day that you later found out your mom had booked as a visit to Aunt Jemima's/Grannies house/the cemetary to grizzle over some long dead relative you'd never even heard of.
• You received a Dear John. Only two dates in.

At least when it comes to ugi's, there's light at the end of the tunnel. You can learn how to play the fates, how to travel a road less troubled, by learning how to play badugi - which has got to be a whole lot better than watching your granny mauling a hunk of beef with only two teeth and enough lip smacking that would put Scooby Doo to shame.