I mentioned in a comment of one of Gabby's posts that slot machines don't talk to me they just laugh at me. Well they were all in cahoots at Windsor yesterday. One of my worst days at a casino. The bus doesn't leave there till 7:00 and by 5:30 I was all done playing. I told Jeannette to just park my wheelchair out of the way somewhere and keep on playing, but she just played a couple more machines and we went to the bus lounge to wait.
The up side of yesterday, not counting that erika and Jackson were there in the morning is that Jeannette had made some green tomatoe relish the day before and she gave me a jar. Yum.
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Am I to understand that gambling can be reduced to mere laughing? When you lose, the machines laugh; when you win, you laugh. Where does the crying come in?
There's no crying in gambling if you are doing it right. When you are there to have fun and not to win there is no need to cry.
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