After yesterday morning’s waistline-measuring debacle, Devoted Spouse and I decided we needed to have some fun. About an hour’s drive from here is a small, just-over-the-state-line Indiana town called Lawrenceburg. It’s a sleepy little town with fewer than 5,000 residents, some light industry, and not much going on…except CASINOS. What better way to spend the day than parking your ample butt in front of slot machines, inhaling other people’s cigarette smoke, blasting out your ear drums with the sounds of bells clanging and silly musical tunes being played, and feeding all your discretionary (and some not-so-discretionary) income into a silver, shiny, machine covered with millions of bacteria from the not-so-immaculately clean fingers of other cigarette-smoking people trying their luck. Yup, sounds like my kinda day.
I never quite understood when my friends at work would take a few days off and hit the casinos. It seemed to me like a boring waste of time sitting at a table playing cards nonstop for hours or sitting in front of a slot machine hitting the same button over and over again only stopping when it was time to feed another twenty into its gaping maw. Noise, bad dressers, booze, cigarette stink. Why bother?
Because it’s fun. It’s fun. I know it’s psychological – obviously those casino folks know what they’re doing and every part of the experience has been designed with one thing in mind; separate you from your money. I don’t have a problem with that. Gambling is like many other aspects of life. You must go into it with the knowledge that what you gamble will probably be lost. AND – you must be able to walk away. That’s the kicker and that’s why folks get in trouble; they can’t walk away.
Fortunately, Devoted Spouse and I are not big gamblers. Okay – I took a bit of money and knew I would, in essence, be throwing it away. But then a funny thing happened. I started to win. I was cagey about it – I’d win a bit, cash out, and move to another machine. I always held back a good part of my prior winnings. The same thing kept happening. I kept winning. Then I hit a machine that looked like any other machine except when I hit the button there were these triple star things, and a line of number 7’s, some of which also had stars, and well, the music started playing and about 15 minutes later when it stopped I was over $300 richer from a $20 investment on a 2 cent slot.
Wow. Talk about fun. Yes, I cashed that out and took all my little redemption slips to the redemption machine. Devoted Spouse and I walked out with over $600 in our pockets. Not bad for a few hours of mindless play.