When we lived in New Jersey, one of our favorite things to do was to drive down to Atlantic City. My favorite casino at the time was Bally’s. I wonder if it still exists? Well, anyhow…
At the time, slot machines were not yet computerized, so the telltale sound of coins clinking into the catch tray with a ching ching ching sound was constant and all around us, adding to the feverish excitement in the air.
My husband and I each took $20 in quarters and a plastic bucket, and we headed to the slot machines. After hopping around a few machines, I hit the magic motherload machine, and it was rapid-fire spilling out quarters left and right. I kept waiting for my streak to end, but it never did. Out would tumble more quarters, and more and more. It was intoxicating! Every so often I would scoop out the massive amounts of quarters from the bottom tray and add them to my bucket, and it was filling up really quickly.
Meanwhile, my husband was on a losing streak but since I was doing so well, I just dumped a load of quarters from my bucket into his and off he went, and back he came and off he went. In spite of him, my bucket was nearly full. There had to be at least $800 in there.
All of the sudden my machine jammed. I couldn’t get it to respond. I tried a second quarter…nothing. The gambling lady next door took one of her own quarters and tried it. Again, nothing. There was a red light over my machine blinking on and off so I just waited, figuring the attendants would see it and know they needed to come over and fix it. I wasn’t about to leave my magic machine.
Well, I waited for what seemed to be forever, and still nobody came. How long did they expect me to wait? I just couldn’t take it anymore. So, I walked away from a…
(and I didn’t even know…)