Touchdown Dogs3 (life and times of spa salesmen)

"Cards?" said Trav.
"Yeah," said Newman.
"What are we playing for?"
"Just keep track on this pad and we will pay up at the end of the month."
"No," said Trav.
"Why not?"
"Let's play for arm hairs."
A man came in the shop and walked straight back to the counter where Trav and Newman were standing. Trav slipped the waterproof cards under the counter.
"You guys check this water for me?" said the man.
"Newman," said Trav.
Newman went from card hustler to chemist. The PH was high and Newman gave the man what he needed to make adjustments. The man left.
"Arm hairs?" said Newman.
"You donkey," said Trav.
"What?"
"You sold him the wrong stuff."
"Why didn't you say something."
"Are we going to play?"
Newman brought the deck of cards back out and started shuffling.
"What are the blinds?" said Newman.
"Big is two arm hairs and small is one. You are big blind."
"Why am I big?"
"You have the cards. You are the dealer," said Trav as he plucked a hair from his arm. Newman put the cards down and squinted his eyes and threw his head back as he ripped a patch of hair off his arm.
"Big is only two arm hairs Newman."
"I raise," said Newman while dropping about twenty arm hairs on the counter.
"I'm all in."