I know that’s probably a bad thing to say because of how I make a living, but damn, going somewhere where I have to touch things that shit-ass hands have touched repeatedly and where people are crowded next to each other at gaming tables and machines is just not appealing. Aside from urgent care, the emergency room, or an unlicensed, private daycare, the last place on Earth I would want to be right now is a casino. I would bet my entire net worth on it, which fortunately isn’t that much right now after these last couple weeks in the stock market, so I’m not nervous about losing it all. It is a 100 percent, stone-cold, lead pipe lock that the phrase of 2020, whenever that title is handed out, is going to be “social distancing.” There is absolutely not a doubt in my mind.
