These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Neve... without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion?. I apologized that it wasn't quite the night I'd hoped for, but told her I hoped she had some fun. She thanked me for dealing with Tony, but I said that the bouncers were the ones that handled that. She put her hands around my neck and pulled me close and kissed me. “I think you had something to do with all that.” She whispered. Then she kissed me again. “Why don't we get out of here, it's getting late anyway.” I suggested. She dragged me over to the table to say her goodbyes. There was some. He told me to follow him inside to the living room and wait for Marissa to come out. As he left i was able to look around for a moment and realized this house was the most magnificent place on earth. All the paintings on the walls looked as elegant as the massive chandelier above my head. Suddenly she walked into the room and startled me. “I see you like my art. These are a few of my favorites,” pointing to one on the far wall, “the one over there is an original Picasso. But enough about art.. My coin also fell down after few steps. With my luck, I would have been in the last 14-15 position and which meant more punishment. The top three were comparatively happy. But they didn’t know whether to celebrate or remain sad with all this disgrace and humiliation.Somehow the race got completed, and we had a sigh of relief. But it was short-lived. Our rankings were noted, and we were again taken back to the starting line. I thought this could be the second round of the same race, but I was.