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since I was a little boy, Tuesdays have always been a special day for me. My earliest
recollection of Tuesday events were remembering my father working as a waiter at a Chinese
restaurant in New Jersey, and he would arrive home at exactly 10:00 PM on Tuesday nights.
During the summer, I was allowed to wait up for him. I would set up a card game of "Crazy Eights" and I grew more anxious as the time neared. As soon as he would enter the door he would greet the family, rush over, and play a game of cards with me.
This one Tuesday night, was the first time that I realized that he allowed me to win at this game most, if not all the time. I had carefully set up the cards to be dealt in a specific order. And, I always wanted him to start the dealing. I had staggered the cards with all the wildcards to be dealt to me. Therefore, I would seem winning the game effortlessly. At first, he picked up the deck and almost started to shuffle the cards. Quickly, I yelled out, "No! Wait…"
He stopped and looked at me puzzlingly. Then, he started dealing the cards with the first card to himself. Quickly again, I yelled out, "No! Wait…," knowingly that he usually deals the first card to me.
He looked at me puzzlingly again. This time, with a slight smile in his eyes. He proceeded to deal out the cards in a normal fashion and we started playing the game. Every card he played, I played one of my wildcards. I played all eight of my cards with great patience and gracefulness. And, he looked surprised after every card I set down.
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