Watch for the Signs
I made pancakes for breakfast, we checked into a hotel, took the mochis swimming in the jacuzzi because while the weather was nice, it was too windy to swim in the pool. We weren’t there for very long, but they both had a great time. Later that night while G and I were at a casino, the ATM dispensed all but 2 of our $20 bills. We could see it in there, but it was stuck and wouldn’t come out. Eventually the machine ended our transaction without giving it to us. That set the evening for the next hour of devastating financial drainage. We couldn’t find a blackjack table with 2 seats next to each other, so we circled and circled the pit before G decided he’d like to try craps while we waited. The most unbelievable thing happened. A guy rolled, hit a point (so everyone puts their money on the table), and then rolled a 7. The next guy, same thing. The next guy, same thing again. 3 times in a row the same thing happened. G would’ve been the next roller, but we left. It was the fastest losing streak he’s ever seen. Then we laughed and headed for a blackjack table where we both lost in 1 chute. At that point we laughed again and headed home to our sleeping mochis.
My brother said it best by telling me it’s pretty sad when you go to Vegas and lose money in the ATM.
I’d just like to add that I had to restrain myself from typing “ATM machine.” That’s one of G’s pet peeves, because ATM stands for what? Automated Teller Machine.