Sitting at the tables last night I overheard an interesting conversation between a man and a girl about her day job. The man was a talkative, aggressive, cheerful poker player. I enjoyed his company and his willingness to chase in a limit game. The other was a girl who was hitting everything. The flop was slapping her in the face everytime she limped in. Just when I'd think somebody was right to call her, when she couldn't possibly have the nuts again, she would. I had a read on her, it shockingly told me she had a good hand almost every time (I is smart). This girl had a look that was perfect for the felt but not for life. In fact, she looked like the flops had literally been hitting her in the face all night. One of her eyes was cross-eyed the other normal. I'd be tempted to call it a lazy eye, but most lazy eyes I'm familar with drift away from the nose. Maybe it is a lazy eye and I just haven't been exposed to enough. At the table her eye made it look like she w...