Ellen Simonetti, the first flight attendant to be fired for blogging, stars in the second episode of Jacques. This episode takes viewers on a humorous and heartfelt journey as Jacques, a cab driver with a colorful past, picks up Ellen from the airport. Their conversation touches on everything from blogging to horse racing, and even includes a spontaneous musical performance. Dive into this unique story filled with wit, charm, and unexpected twists.
"Get that shirt on, Jacques. You've got a lady to pick up at the airport," Fred, the dispatcher, instructed.
Jacques, sweating in his broken-down cab with a heater he couldn't turn off, replied, "I'll be in the buff by this afternoon. What's her name, Fred?"
"Her name is Ellen Simonetti," Fred responded.
"Is she a tall blonde with great legs?" Jacques inquired.
"Yeah, she is. How did you know?" Fred asked, surprised.
"I saw her on TV the other day. She's the first flight attendant to be fired for blogging," Jacques explained.
"What's blogging, Jacques?" Fred asked, puzzled.
"The word 'blog' comes from 'web log.' They took the 'b' from 'web' and combined it with 'log.' So, 'blog' is a hip way to say 'web log,'" Jacques explained.
"What's a web log?" Fred continued.
"Never mind, Fred. It's a bit past your Pony Express days," Jacques teased.
Arriving at the airport, Jacques was greeted by Ellen, who asked, "Are you the cab driver with the great abs?"
"What else did my dispatcher tell you about me?" Jacques asked.
"Oh, nothing much. He just mentioned that you slept with the librarian and your school teacher to get an A," Ellen replied with a smirk.
"Gee, I mentioned that in confidence to one person. Now it's all over town," Jacques sighed. "Anyway, how have you been, Ellen? I've seen you on the Today Show and CNBC. I'm sorry you were fired from your job as a flight attendant because of your blogging."
"Thank you, Jacques. It's kind of you to say that. But I came here to forget about my troubles. My good friend is getting married, and I'm going to be her bridesmaid. So, I'm just going to forget about Delta and TV interviews for a few days and just be plain old Ellen Simonetti again," Ellen said.
"I understand, Ellen. Taking a break is the best thing to do. Besides, New England is beautiful this time of year. How are you fixed for cash?" Jacques asked.
"I'm okay. I'm getting unemployment benefits at last. I just hope I can finish my book before the checks run out. I'm not happy about being on such a tight budget, but I have no choice unless I take the offer to be a centerfold," Ellen explained.
"Oh, so they did want you to do a centerfold. Figured they would. It would have sold magazines, but I'm sure you made the right decision," Jacques said.
"I just couldn't do it, Jacques. Anyway, I wear white socks," Ellen said.
"White socks? I don't get it," Jacques replied, confused.
"It's a Texas saying, Jacques. Good girls wear white socks," Ellen explained.
"Oh, now I get it. By the way, Ellen, would you like to make some quick, easy money?" Jacques asked.
"Sure, but keep in mind that I wear white socks," Ellen replied.
"Sure, Ellen. It just so happens that I wear white socks too," Jacques said with a grin.
"Yeah, great, Jacques. That gives me a lot of faith in you. You just slept with the librarian and your school teacher, but you wear white socks. What are we talking about here? I don't deal drugs or rob banks either," Ellen said, skeptical.
"No, no, Ellen. Nothing illegal. All you have to do is place a bet on a horse race. And it's not on a ringer or anything like that," Jacques explained.
"What's a ringer, Jacques?" Ellen asked.
"A ringer is a horse disguised as another horse. Let's say you own a top-grade horse, and I own a cheap one. We switch horses, and the bettors think they're betting on my cheap horse, but it's really your top-grade horse. It's getting harder to get away with this today because they have more ways to identify horses, but people still try it from time to time," Jacques explained.
"So, what's so special about this one horse race, and why do you need me to place the bet?" Ellen asked.
"My friend is a horse trainer. He's been secretly clocking Joisey Girl in the early morning before the clockers show up at the track. He figures that Joisey Girl is at least ten lengths better than the top contenders in the race. But if either one of us is spotted making a big bet on the horse, the price will go down. Joisey Girl hasn't run in two years. She was hurt, but she had surgery, and my friend nursed her back to health. She figures to go off about seventy to one if no one gets wise," Jacques explained.
"How much do you want me to bet on it, Jacques?" Ellen asked.
"I only have five hundred dollars that I saved for my rent to bet. I'll give you one hundred dollars worth of the bet just for putting it in. Just walk up to the five hundred dollar win window two minutes before the race goes off and say one ticket on number seven," Jacques instructed.
"But what if it loses, Jacques? Then how will you pay your rent?" Ellen asked, concerned.
"It's no big deal, Ellen. If Joisey Girl loses, I'll just have to sleep with my landlady again. She'd much rather have me sleep with her than give her the rent money anyway," Jacques said nonchalantly.
Ellen placed the bet, and the race began. Joisey Girl got bumped by two horses leaving the gate, losing a lot of ground. But she made a bold move in the center of the track, catching up to the leader. It was a nose-to-nose finish, and the judges called for a photo finish.
When the results came in, Joisey Girl had won. Jacques and Ellen celebrated their big win, with Joisey Girl paying $142 for every $2 ticket. Jacques had enough to buy the property he wanted, and Ellen had a $10 double bet that paid off as well.
"Let's cash the tickets in and have a drink," Jacques suggested.
"Okay, but just make my drink a coke, a coke with a double shot of bourbon," Ellen said.
After cashing their tickets, they headed to a piano bar to celebrate. Jacques introduced Ellen, who performed a song he had written for her, "Got The Red State Blues." The performance was met with thunderous applause.
"You did great, Ellen, but why are you crying?" Jacques asked.
"I'm crying because you could write a song like this in five minutes and still be such a slut. Give up women, Jacques, and just write," Ellen said.
"But Ellen, what would I have to write about if I gave up women?" Jacques asked.
"You don't have to give them all up, Jacques. Just cut it down to a parade of one. In fact, I'm going to introduce you to someone today who would be perfect for you. She really is a good girl, and she'll be worth your waiting," Ellen said.
"Maybe you're right, Ellen. I guess I have been a bit of a slut lately. I've been with three different women in three days now. It's getting harder to seem sincere. Introduce me to your friend. I need someone who may see me as more than just a good time roll in the hay. But first, I want to show you that property I'm going to buy," Jacques said.
They drove through the valley, passing by several lakes and hearing the sound of thundering waterfalls.
"This is it, Ellen," Jacques said, showing her the beautiful property he planned to buy.
Ellen Simonetti's appearance in the second episode of Jacques is a delightful mix of humor, drama, and unexpected twists. From discussing the origins of blogging to placing a high-stakes bet on a horse race, this episode keeps viewers engaged and entertained. Ellen's journey from a fired flight attendant to a celebrated performer at a piano bar is a testament to resilience and the power of new beginnings.
Ellen Simonetti's story is a reminder that even in the face of adversity, there are always opportunities for new adventures and unexpected victories.
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