Mark Blumenthal

The Mole

This story was told to me by Ron Anderson many years ago. A group of bridge players from Minneapolis were driving home  from a tournament that had been held far from their homes.  Ron was driving. Among the passengers was a blind player, who typical of the sick humor usually employed in bridge, was called the Mole. After they had been driving for quite a while The Mole said that he had to go to the bathroom. Ron said that he couldn’t see anything ahead, but that he  would stop at the first   place they came to that had a rest room. They continued to drive.  After about twenty minutes  The Mole said, “I can’t hold it anymore.” Ron said,  “I still don’t see anything. I’ll pull over to the side so you can go.” When The Mole was reluctant to do that, Ron reassured him, saying, “Don’t worry. There’s nobody around.Ron helped The Mole onto the grass, and The Mole relieved himself on his own front lawn!


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Dave Memphis MOJOAugust 7th, 2009 at 1:42 pm

This supposedly happened to the same guy (the mole). The mole had played badly in the afternoon. When they left the playing area, the mole was guided by holding on to his partner’s elbow. The partner was still steaming because the mole played so badly that he walked him into the motel swimming pool!

BridgetMay 26th, 2010 at 9:57 pm

This supposedly happened to the same guy (the mole). The mole had played badly in the afternoon. When they left the playing area, the mole was guided by holding on to his partner’s elbow. The partner was still steaming because the mole played so badly that he walked him into the motel swimming pool!
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