Maybe I'm cheap, maybe I'm missing the fun gene, maybe I got dropped on the head as a baby (actually, I'm pretty sure that happened)
I decided to try my hand at the slots today. I showed up with my 24 dollars (and remind me to pay Martha back her $2 tomorrow, would you?). And I put $2 in the machine.
I don't "get" this whole gambling thing.
It went something like this. . .
Mrs. S: How do I use this thing, what do I hit?
Martha the Fabulous: Hit the button that says 75 credits.
Mrs. S hits the button. She loses 75 cents. Hits the button again, loses another $75 cents.
Mrs. S: Why won't it let me bet?
M the Fab: You've run out of money. Here's $2.
I put more money in. I lose that. Mr. S shows up with a $20. I put the $20 in. Surely having lost $4, my luck must be about to change.
I press the 250 Credits button (going all in!).
I lose $2.50.
And another $2.50
And more after that. I start betting 75 cents again. I lose that.
Finally, I am down to 1.33. I win big. Really big.
Which means that when I cashed out of the machine, I had only LOST $6. Yep. . .
I lost $6 in 5 minutes. Playing the Star Wars slot machines.
I took my left over $16, handed part of it over to Mr. Spit, and went shoe shopping with Martha.
Much better that.
But, seriously, how is losing about a dollar a minute fun? I could have walked around the casino, dropping dollar bills, and that would at least have been fun for the person who found them. . .