Regular Casino donation time, time to visit that friendly one arm bandit again. ( One arm bandit referred to as a “slot machine”) You know there is not much of a chance to win on a slot machine, why bother?
But its Friday!
The Casino Security is walking by and giving me that evil eye, and he’s probable saying to himself, he’s doing something wrong, he looks suspicious, but what?
Talk about getting a lot of dirty looks.
Sitting here minding my own business, beer in one hand and a pencil in the other. I’m jotting down my vast experience as a high roller in the penny slot machine department and, I had deliberately picked the minimum 100 dollar section of the Casino to do it.
I’m pouting on how I spent my allowance money in that short of time that I’ve been here — GONE! “How did that happen so fast” I know I’m not good with money, but my allowance seemed to go a little quicker than usual.
It doesn’t take me long to spend my money. “NO, SIR!”
After giving my annual donation to the Ontario Casino Corporation, which I know, need the money more than me, I sit here patiently waiting for my better half to donate hers and then, were out-a-here. But I check my pockets; I’m checking my wallet, I must have some extra money tucked away in my secret stash, somewhere.
At least have enough money to buy another well-deserved last beer and maybe a little extra for a gratuity to the maître d’. At least the waitress will get something out of my exciting night out.
Darn my arm is sore
I worked up quite a sweat pulling that lever on that one arm bandit.
You know the chance of winning with these slot machines would be well, next to nil, but still a lot of fun none the less. And we all know how it works. You only go these places if you’re willing to lose, that’s the only secret of having fun at a casino.
But I have to say. It would be better if some machines would at least give you a sporting chance. Some to most slot machines seem to be, wound pretty tight. The standard rule of thumb is “the house has the advantage,” and that’s a given.
So here I sit pouting like a school kid after a classmate stole his apple. Well, at least the Casino has a first-rate sitting area for all of us sore losers, a place where we can cry in our beer in style.
And may I add, I wasn’t the only one sitting here, there were a lot of men.
But going back to the beginning of Casinos, many years back when they just become popular, they had a drawing card, music throughout the building. It would be wish-full thinking that unlike the US counterparts in Vegas, you would get free beer, no — you have to pay for here. The Quebec French Canadian’s would say “No Can Do.”.
Some casinos even had live entertainment to draw people in, and, with the sound of the machines going off, that was the sound of money. Everybody seemed to be winning, and that was a fun atmosphere to spend your evening. I didn’t even mind losing on occasion. #NOT!
“But I always did like the live music playing.”
One day an environmentalist took a wrong turn and ended up in a Casino. The first thing this fooool did was complain that the noise was too loud, he called it “noise pollution” Complaining that the sound was too loud, the Casinos accommodated him by finding a way to quiet the one arm bandits down. Since then … these slot machines don’t seem to make that same money sound any-more.
On the other hand and, this is a long shot. “Maybe no one’s Winning.” Just saying.
So here I sit, beer in one hand and a pencil in the other, writing down my vast experience on how I spent my allowance money in one easy lesson and — having fun too. “Hope my wife is winning so I can cut my losses.” Eh,
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I would like to blame somebody, anybody for my bad habits, but I can’t, it’s a FREE COUNTRY, free will and nobody forced me to spend my money. There you go, like my wife always say’s, my fault. Eh
“Hope my wife is winning so I can cut my losses”. Eh
……. “But I always did like the live music playing.”
Well, until the next time or … #NOT.